when I look around the outside of the house
all I can see are hours of repair, so I turn my head
try to grasp the scope, of the slavery of ownership
I'm starting to embrace ever so slowly the concept
of condo, let someone else do it all for you, I used
to be so anal, keeping up... but now it all seems silly
I did my part I guess, kept up that is, but this awareness
is sobering, the window sill and I are exactly the same
we're both rotting away and there is no one to prevent it
rotting
Re: rotting
comes down to it that's certainly the most part of a truththe window sill and I are exactly the same
we're both rotting away and there is no one to prevent it

Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Re: rotting
good one, SAW, and one I certainly relate to. As time continues piling on age the desire to do things is limited to so much less than yesterday. I look forward to the time when doing what *needs* to be done is superseded by *wants* to do without guilt.
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Re: rotting
thanx gents....cradle to grave is inevitable....so let's party !....leave the chores that once made sense...dive into freedom to live without guilt
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading
you may end up where you are heading
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Re: rotting
I only have the problem of myself rotting away. Lol
And above me the stars align
But not yet with my own
And the night birds sing
Whilst the demon haunts this restless soul.
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But not yet with my own
And the night birds sing
Whilst the demon haunts this restless soul.
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Re: rotting
This poem I understand and see the point of it. Well, written. I like a lot of the lines
great close
the window sill and I are exactly the same
we're both rotting away and there is no one to prevent it
and these
all I can see are hours of repair, so I turn my head
try to grasp the scope, of the slavery of ownership
great close
the window sill and I are exactly the same
we're both rotting away and there is no one to prevent it
and these
all I can see are hours of repair, so I turn my head
try to grasp the scope, of the slavery of ownership
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