Age batters me
With a hammer built
For hitting life.
Every swing,
Another chunk of time
Going deeper into the ground.
Your face was red
And eyes tired
And life was draining from your mouth.
Age batters me
With a hammer built
For hitting life.
Every swing,
Another chunk of time
Going deeper into the ground.
Your face was red
And eyes tired
And life was draining from your mouth.