Ode To The Old
An Ode to the old ones
continually trying
to avoid growing cynical
Despite all the odds
For each year adds it's weight
to the scales of their fate
But their pasts were so fast
they went flying.
There were times when their faces
weren't sewn by the years
When a song they'd sing proudly
would cover their tears
And despite all the odds,
and their numerous jobs,
they survived through it all,
and quite nicely.
An Ode to the old ones
who soon may start dieing
Still unhypocritical
Unlike their own Gods
Every moment unfolds
into something they treasure
But their pasts were so fast
they went flying.
Ode To The Old
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Ode To The Old
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The line to treasure. Thanks
bags123 wrote:
Every moment unfolds
into something they treasure
Nothing is here without love.
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Thank you my Japanese, Rastaman, friend. Jah know!
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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March 2011
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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March 2011
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