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Rusty Steed

Posted: August 11, 2015 in Uncategorized
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Rusty steed

He had everything his heart had desired,
but now there was a void.
Here he had gathered his wealth.
It was as though he had been foiled,
because of the wicked he was tired.

His body was winding down, but he had good health.
Though, inwardly he felt weak.
His car glimmered in the sun,
but nothing could satisfy or bring a new peak.
He was a prince of greed with skills of stealth.

By the sweat of his neck, his white collar, brown.
Life was fun.
The car was fast.
He could get away and just run.
After much thought there appeared a frown.

He thought hard, because of his past.
Life was fast.
Cars are dead.
Nothing under the sun can last.

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Fun era l

Posted: August 11, 2015 in Uncategorized
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Fun era l

The child doesn’t seem to grasp
that no one can outlast
the curse of death
from the past.

The stone is not a plaything
Daddy is not coming back.
Laugh, while you are young.
Enjoy the fun.

The grass above the bones
look pretty today.
Go ahead and play,
while the men march all the way.

The trumpets calls for the homeland.
Yet, the patriot is home.
Look at the brass band.
Now you will grow up alone.

Hang around and hop from rock
to rock.
Ignore the dark ties that bind.
Be a happy child.

This era will fade like bone.
The world will fit.
The hero is home…
we are in transit.