Life in an All Too Short Poem
By just_trying_to_write
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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An infant finds fine fairytale faces,
lazily lying, lathered in laces,
drifting on pillows, with willows, asleep,
young enough that they don't have to count sheep.
Trembling teenagers wake up with braces,
packing pimples they pick up their paces,
cramming, examming, college is not cheap,
they're leaving home soon taking their first leap,
Where are we now? Working on the cases,
and writing and running for the races,
feelings forgotten for fortunes to reap,
crying, we're dieing, for the souls we keep,
Time turns too fast, we're the ones it chases,
so cherish the time between your bases.
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