I see an animal, probably and ram or wild goat lying atop a hill with eyes closed.
I feel the animal is calm and lonely
It feels so cracked to miss the old gone days,
When one hears the songs thrown to the glamour,
And the jingle that comes with the tingle.
For the days of glory has past to let in the gory,
Days that showeth happiness at pump to the pearl of the past,
When the mighty shows off his might,
And subject the subject to servitude.
Now nothing keeps him company but loneliness,
A tear in the past and in comes the future,
Paradise push by the past aside,
And glamour replaced with a showel of dullness,
For no more is the pump plump,
For the ride along now drive alone.
Savour the moments as they walk by,
For after the sound comes the silence,
And at the end of light rides in darkness,
For anything gathered is dispersed,
And company once hot grows cold too,
For nothing to keep him warm,
Save for his old bones,
And a mind full of thoughts.
