The further shore

the time for sentimental dreams
is long past

staring at my computer screen
watching my life ebb away

losing the ability to walk
the ability to breath
and soon the ability to think

I remember Bob
he was like a wet rag
floored by hepatitis

from this one can recover
but ageing is merciless



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2016-02-16 at 13:24

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Ivan R
harsh and true
2016-02-19