Dust


Life began to unfold
can’t remember the moments we stole
alone with no one or nothing to hold
losing control
feels like my last chance to be bold
but the mirror says I’m the stories my parents once told
when did I become fool’s gold
I’m angry that time wants to borrow my soul
I’ve already grown old
the journey’s winding down time to pay the toll
hope the rest is easy at the end of the road
the light has faded I wonder if my story will be retold
or will I simply turn into dust

I like this Mig...

Very nice.....

Nice !

ashes to ashes.... somber, still a wonderful write

Funny how we all have that "not me" attitude when are parents say, "you just wait-it'll happen to you too." LOL...