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The days fly by, and the months go fast
My body's telling me that youth is long past
It's not hard for anyone to see
I'm not quite the man I used to be
The bars, the bikes, the broken bones
Surrounder by people, yet always alone
Seems like a distant memory now
Survived it all, but not sure how
As I slow down, time marches on
Before I know it, another year's gone
I think of places I've wonted to see
Realizing my dreams weren't meant to be
My thoughts I turn from regret and sadness
Traveling that road could lead to madness
Not sure what's at the end of my journey
Just hope I don't die strapped to a gurney
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This is very good Keith, the only changes I would suggest are some grammer stuff, and a couple miss spellings: The days fly by, and the months go fast
My body's telling me that youth is long past
It's not hard for anyone to see
I'm not quite the man I used to be
The bars, the bikes, the broken bones
Surrounded by people, yet always alone
Seems like a distant memory now
Survived it all, but not sure how
As I slow down, time marches on
Before I know it, another year's gone
I think of places I've wanted to see
Realizing my dreams weren't meant to be
My thoughts I turn from; regret, and saddness
Traveling that road could lead to madness
Not sure what's next at the end of this journey
Just hope I don't die strapped to a gurney
Just suggestions :) but I think you should keep at it, keep writing.
This is very good Keith, the only changes I would suggest are some grammer stuff, and a couple miss spellings: The days fly by, and the months go fast
My body's telling me that youth is long past
It's not hard for anyone to see
I'm not quite the man I used to be
The bars, the bikes, the broken bones
Surrounded by people, yet always alone
Seems like a distant memory now
Survived it all, but not sure how
As I slow down, time marches on
Before I know it, another year's gone
I think of places I've wanted to see
Realizing my dreams weren't meant to be
My thoughts I turn from; regret, and saddness
Traveling that road could lead to madness
Not sure what's next at the end of this journey
Just hope I don't die strapped to a gurney
Just suggestions :) but I think you should keep at it, keep writing.
"The days fly by, and the months go fast
My body's telling me that youth is long past"
I like the poem.
Suggestion for the first two lines:
The days are slow, yet months are fast,
My body whispers 'youth is past.'
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Cleveland
I think a lot of reflective people feel the way you feel when they reach a certain stage in their life. Your poem mimicks my thoughts about my life at this particular stage. It is a poem that anyone can relate to. But, unfortunately, death is the end of the journey--not trying to put a damper on your spirit.
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