Reflections

i rested so long

woke up in my room

saw my shadow

and seen I’d turned into bones

time moved on

as it often does without me

slipped through my fingers

found this no longer was my home

echoes of ghosts

glimpsed in the mirror

looking at yourself

through haunted eyes

chains been done rattling

dem bones dem bones gonna walk around

connected to the heart

but all that’s left are empty sighs

Rip Van Winkle

off in the woods to take a tinkle

after playing nine pins

and drinking with the dwarves

I’m naught but an old man

twenty years grows a long white beard

friends and family all passed on

which is something I’ve long feared

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