Saturday, September 26, 2009

Worked to death

The joints no longer bend
I twisted wet and weary
Waiting for a day to come
When I can rest.

And the blessings I've been forgiven
Living in an akward shell
Knowing everyone is trying as hard
To make a living
And I'm living it up as well
In my own wired way.

Instances granted
Take to much for granite
The eroding planet
No time for crying as the body
Many ways it could be much worse
Cause I know I'll crawl back
To my warm bed.

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