My eyes have dulled,
The last to fade.
Faint shadow of my youth has fled.
With skin now gray.
Like drying sand
Lay ripples on my face instead.
And yet the battle rages still,
A vain hope true, and humble;
To rise, and yes to taste of life unaided.
Monday, 24 October 2011
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