(philosophy)
where do the old days go to die
wearing their tatters and shams
burial hues of suit and tie
slumbering behind such dams
sometimes it is so hard to vie
with life pouring poison drams
when truth falls victim to the lie
living these surreal flimflams
you give your heart to love and lose
imagining you have to choose
that which to give, what to deny
where do the days go to die...
Poetry by Charles Lezine
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Written on 2012-02-09 at 15:55
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The Days
where do the old days go to die
wearing their tatters and shams
burial hues of suit and tie
slumbering behind such dams
sometimes it is so hard to vie
with life pouring poison drams
when truth falls victim to the lie
living these surreal flimflams
you give your heart to love and lose
imagining you have to choose
that which to give, what to deny
where do the days go to die...
Poetry by Charles Lezine
Read 364 times
Written on 2012-02-09 at 15:55
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