(no subject)
when i was young they never listened to what i had to say.
but now, as I lay in my old age, their ears stand at attention.
their eyes eager to watch my story unfold.
I write no better now than i did then.
The words I write have not grown in length or meaning.
the manner in which i dot these eyes have not changed through time.
just the lines on my face and these dry dull hands.
and the spot next to mine where you used to lay your head.
When I was a young man, these words would always ring wrong.
but since i lay here dying it means they are strong?
but now, as I lay in my old age, their ears stand at attention.
their eyes eager to watch my story unfold.
I write no better now than i did then.
The words I write have not grown in length or meaning.
the manner in which i dot these eyes have not changed through time.
just the lines on my face and these dry dull hands.
and the spot next to mine where you used to lay your head.
When I was a young man, these words would always ring wrong.
but since i lay here dying it means they are strong?