The Thousand DaysA Poem by Father MojoSometime in college. I remember writing it just after watching a Twilight Zone episode on tv in which a bunch of people were in a truck going to hell. Not sure what one has to do with the other...I am born: soft pink and new A thousand days ahead to view A thousand heartbeats with no flaw A thousand breaths for me to draw I have aged: still much to see So much of life a memory Countless heartbeats have come and gone Countless breaths are already drawn I am old: life still my friend Not many days until the end A dozen heartbeats left to last A couple breaths for me to grasp I now die: hard gray and old There’s no more days left to unfold My heart silent, my body tired My breath is still, my life expired © 2013 Father Mojo |
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