Hours are getting shorter with each day
Growing tired and needing a good rest
Where did the last decade go? Who can say?
No fun aging – anyone can attest
Mistakes have been made and hands bloodied red
People lie cold with many a dashed scheme
Do they still want that face broken and dead?
Or has it vanished like a fading dream?
Could be bitter but really there’s no point
The world’s moving too fast. Can’t grasp the change
Gone are glory days. None left to anoint
And now the romance is sure looking strange.
Hours are getting shorter with each day
And a long sleep is but a step away
31st October 2011
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