A diamond in the rough
Gets whittled down quick enough
Hospital, cemetery or jail
Like every fine wine
We spoil given enough time
Hospital, cemetery or jail
Somewhere down that road
Whichever direction you go
Hospital, cemetery or jail
Biding my dwindling years
What in the hell am I doing here
Hospital, cemetery or jail
Children growing
Age lines showing
Hospital, cemetery or jail
With all your money
And your friends in high places
Hospital, cemetery or jail
The promise of youth
Always ends in one truth
Hospital, cemetery or jail.
Friday, March 17
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2 comments:
Actually, it's always a cemetery, but i like the homage and the flow of the poem.
p.s. I don't think the second to last line needs italicizing to achieve effect. 'course, writers perogative.
Yeah, you're right. Looks better without.
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