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Feb 02, 2009
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Nevermore
I gaze upon this mirror
and recount the life which has passed.
Marvelled at the crevices on my face
which tell a story from this man's past.
I had my fun
and my yachts
my expensive toys, too.
I've spent hundreds of thousands of dollars.
And still, my fortune grew.
I've dabbled in stocks
the best bonds
and the finest portfolios
All which turned around in spades
and became something glorious.
But now, I'm old and tired.
My love, she passed years ago
I've been a shell since that day
and I'm quite ready to go.
I'm at peace and comfortable
unlike the times from before
and I'm waiting for the day
when my existence is no more.
and recount the life which has passed.
Marvelled at the crevices on my face
which tell a story from this man's past.
I had my fun
and my yachts
my expensive toys, too.
I've spent hundreds of thousands of dollars.
And still, my fortune grew.
I've dabbled in stocks
the best bonds
and the finest portfolios
All which turned around in spades
and became something glorious.
But now, I'm old and tired.
My love, she passed years ago
I've been a shell since that day
and I'm quite ready to go.
I'm at peace and comfortable
unlike the times from before
and I'm waiting for the day
when my existence is no more.
— infinite_dwarf, Feb 02, 2009
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themoonman
17 years 4 months ago
Jess...
JWwildcat2012
17 years 3 months ago
A good entry here.