posted on Mar, 14 2015 @ 12:21 PM
Ummm...this is where it gets personal...that crux moment when confronted by a Y in the path...That fly in amber desire to break free from the grip of
entropy...The moment framed by the ultimate realization that none escape the reaper................none...
Lay this tired body down
Lay down this body lay
Smooth the creases from this frown
Darken out the day
Fold these roughly calloused hands
Place them on my chest
Brush those gray remaining strands
Clad me in my best
Life's full measure I have worn
And been worn in it's care
So in shedding I am shorn
I leave my shedding there
Know that I have lived in full
Fully living know
This body that you bury there
A phase I did outgrow
When you feel that sudden chill in the air turn your head quick to the right...you might just
catch sight of the scythe descending...
edit on 14-3-2015 by YouSir because: of a need to correctly portray...