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The Last Day You’d Ever Feel

 

Days blaze up like red glowing embers, their burning will not stop

The prize fighter trains to the bone, but eventually falls from the top

That smoke rises up and dissipates somewhere into the heavens

Time can steal soul money, lost like a gambler on lucky sevens

Will Frosty the snowman come back again, like he said someday?

The question is, if he didn’t, would you still go out to play?

Or would he come back and you’d miss him, inside doing chores

Forgoing that spirit like other material/responsibility whores

Trees that yearn to grow, someday fall to man’s axes.

You remember climbing your favorite Maple, one day doing taxes

There was a caterpillar you remember of the millions there were

But this one as a kid could hear you, that much you were sure

You knew that he didn’t, but somehow now as an adult you think that maybe he did?

Was this the last moment you’d ever remember and feel like a kid?

It’s been so long since that wind caught that sail of your heart

As a boy, being young- you made into a spirited art

Rocks held strong magic and sticks were mirror shined swords

And in the woods you were Knights, Pixies, Wizards, and magical Lords

You lived epics daily, you had conquests between school and dinner

On the basketball courts you were the final four Winner!

Snowflakes were vanquished under your metal runner sled

You still wonder how your friends and you averted being dead?

 

And in the winter moon you walk your dog with your son,

These joy specters of youth, in your head must have vanished or run

And although there are memories of glory, you just can’t feel it

You’re not a thief, but if it were in reach, you surely would steal it!

You wouldn’t be able to resist, its taste better than honey

If it were for sale, you might give ALL your money…

 

…But it’s just not there,

No matter how much you conjure up, fake it, or care

It’s not

You hope that in your darkness, it’s still has a pulse, and is more than just rot

 

You fear it’s gone

You carry on

You wonder if you’ll ever feel it again before you die?

Or did it go up like smoke in that dark, cold, winter sky?