Poem Body
Back before
our first words
were spoken .
We’re all born
to be bashed
and broken.
Always left with
scars to mend .
As we dismally
dwindle down
towards the end .
Seeping through
each passing day
searching for a
fading friend
to stay .
While our lives
bashfully blow
away .
Comments
Fading With You
Hello, Edward,
"...Seeping through each passing day, searching for a fading friend to stay." Remarkable unreserved poetry.
Thank you,
L