Glued and Stuck
I fear for a while
Bland and chipped
Worn and tired
But one peculiar trait
One not so appealing
Avocado flowers
Blotched upon my skin
No pictures hung upon me
Crayon markings fade
Peeling at the corners
Forgotten since my style died
Knowing that it’s my turn to change
Observing times change
Passing no judgment
Watching seasons Change
I listen when it’s need
But still the seasons change
Cracking and breaking
Crayon markings still fade
And I fear the change
Seasons do change too fast
And nothing I still do
About my time remaining
Before they unstuck the glue
I see them ready to replace
Scraper in hand
And how I wasted time not free
Watching rapid seasons change
I watched my life away
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