Of all the ways
Through the days
Faded misery blacked delight
All dreams counted at night.
Heightened pleasure you seek
Self indulgence, kiss the cheek
On your lips and tongue
Climbing a ladder by the rung
Old age sets upon your face
Such tear stained leather, a disgrace
Fear not as you look again
It's what people see who you call friend
As the lid on the casket is closed
On top laid a single rose
Paltry tears shed not for me
It's you who was buried, look, see
©dlawrence9
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