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PKreturns Member
since 2003-07-21
Posts 362New Orleans, LA |
Another day older And what do I have to show for it? What will make me immortal? Is it never dying, Or the works I create Like busy ants Building, always building Moving ever in vain In their doomed mounds To be destroyed by whim Of Nature or Man, Or by their own hand Pitiless time marches on Cruel Fate, and even crueler Hope Gathers me along with everyone In its tightening grip Some few slipping between fingers Postponing their inevitable Only pausing briefly Until falling faster, They hit the ground suddenly And then what does it all matter? Just another day older And still, What do I have to show for it? |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
But didn't you get that last fly?  |
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Hollow_Emptiness Senior Member
since 2004-02-01
Posts 715New Zealand |
I liked this one. The ending was relative to all. Hollow. "Why are my visions so unliving with dreams? And why do I no longer care?" - Stygian |
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