fading fast
I‘m fading fast ~ I’m growing old
soon on a wheelchair I’ll be rolled
I’m always sore ~ now my bones ache
no salt and fat dare I partake
do you know why these years are GOLD?
I can’t think straight ~ I must be told
wear sweaters now ~ I’m always cold
can’t get it up ~ for Heavens sake
I’m fading fast
finger-painting? Yea, I’m enrolled
do my own thing? ~ NO! ~ I’m controlled
can’t cop a feel? Give me a break
I use Depends to “piddles” make
life as I knew it is “on hold”
I’m fading fast
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Comments: 31
On you I've fifteen years I think, I'll out run your pace in just a blink, as for sex its in the mind, think, think, think and you will find, its all still there, its just that you don't remember where!!!!!! Running away laughing.
why would anyone that isn't "titched" ever ignore you, Ann...
(I used ellipses. Heehee).
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Oops! But my husband sure chuckled at my faux pas and my kid didn't quite pick up on the 3rd line of the second stanza. Whew!
but rather, rage against the dying of the light... “
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
~ Dylan Thomas
didn't you post this before?! I think I read something very similar before.
Thanks for reading again...
Always a pleasure to read them and reread them :)
I have so many now...I lose track of them...