ALL THINGS FADE
Everything I've ever done now fades
away, and what's left are the marbles
where the kids once played. An empty
accolade, a ragged, risky life; acts
taken, and results made. Better to fill
the dumpster than just walk away.
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My deportment never slipped, and
I was most always the same : kind
to a degree, and able for forgiving
or for trading away bad moments
for good. Yet, now, none of that
matters and what are left are the
trinkets that time supplies.
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The new light is in the canyon,
and I must learn to recognize
that glow.
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