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Gone, Gone, Gone... -by-Matthew F Blowers III
Another one's gone….
just like the notes that
flee my guitar strings
they all float on
to infinity
just like the hour it took
to write this thing
they’re all withdrawn.
All things are temporal
and then dispensable
there’s no stopping
the cruel rush of time
I share it…. but
it’s never mine.
Days turn into nights
and nights turn into dawns
endlessly they vanish
on time’s revolving door
Until another one's gone.
Each time a baby’s born
so many old folk's lives are torn
off of the calendar pages
time has to make fresh places
bringing brand new faces
removing all the traces
of anything that ages.
Buds turn into leaves
sharing their bright greens
but soon enough
they all will fall
and leave new buds
to bloom again
when springtime calls.
Even the highest mountains
all fall prey to the decades
eroding till their stony faces
tumble from decay.
Time cannot be tamed
it’s a wild beast tearing
chunks of pain
from everything it blesses
but it’s gift slowly regresses
taking back what
only it possesses
leaving all of us obsessive
from it’s damage so aggressive
seeking remedies….expensive
but there’s nothing that’s preventive
fighting time is just oppressive!
As another one’s gone
every second that you breath
live for the moment
time is not something to chase
It is constantly erased
live for today
let time have it’s way
and you will be O.K.
each time another one’s gone
each time another one's gone...
G O N E ............
Just like this song is too...
"Carry on........
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just like the notes that
flee my guitar strings
they all float on
to infinity
just like the hour it took
to write this thing
they’re all withdrawn.
All things are temporal
and then dispensable
there’s no stopping
the cruel rush of time
I share it…. but
it’s never mine.
Days turn into nights
and nights turn into dawns
endlessly they vanish
on time’s revolving door
Until another one's gone.
Each time a baby’s born
so many old folk's lives are torn
off of the calendar pages
time has to make fresh places
bringing brand new faces
removing all the traces
of anything that ages.
Buds turn into leaves
sharing their bright greens
but soon enough
they all will fall
and leave new buds
to bloom again
when springtime calls.
Even the highest mountains
all fall prey to the decades
eroding till their stony faces
tumble from decay.
Time cannot be tamed
it’s a wild beast tearing
chunks of pain
from everything it blesses
but it’s gift slowly regresses
taking back what
only it possesses
leaving all of us obsessive
from it’s damage so aggressive
seeking remedies….expensive
but there’s nothing that’s preventive
fighting time is just oppressive!
As another one’s gone
every second that you breath
live for the moment
time is not something to chase
It is constantly erased
live for today
let time have it’s way
and you will be O.K.
each time another one’s gone
each time another one's gone...
G O N E ............
Just like this song is too...
"Carry on........