Days are closing end Time is running out
Make room for more things Thinking what about?
Could this be ahead, Knowing it will be
Something yet anew Something yet to see
Hoping for the best Of what there to come
Pulling away more From things feeling numb
Awaken by day Night falling asleep
Deepen in the midst Crying as to weep
Each life unfolding As days closing end
Time is running out Each day we attend
Thanks for reading Poem # 1948
Idea on 6 Dec 2012 Standing at edge of bed at 10:11 PM
Re read on 22 June 2.32, 2014 . Made some changes
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