a old man's thoughts


This old man


when i gaze into the mirror
its an old man that i see
i got to stop and remind me
just how long that ive been me

ive been here for quite some time now
ive been here for so long
but inside i feel so young
inside im just a boy

i know i dont got much time now
i know im counting my days
this world will soon be for others
now i close my eyes and pray

i know the end is coming closer
its a fact i cant deny
the end is moving faster
oh i just dont want to die

now this old man's staring back
this old man that i see
what happend to the young one
that once in life was me

where did all time go
it disappeard so fast
i who allways had the feeling
that i was born to ever last

now an old man ive become
an old man ive become
i ve lived for so long
oh i have lived for so long

now i look into the mirror
and its an old face that i see
what happend to the young one
that once in life was me..







Poetry by Abbe
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Written on 2007-12-29 at 16:24

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