Tapping the tables of time
Sipping soups sorrowfully solemn
Keeping my capers carefully quiet
Dying while dining doubtfully done
Lying while living, leaving, left
Pondering poems, picking up the pieces
Changing my chances of choices
Saying I'm sorry silently so
Thinking my thoughts thankfully not
Wondering my wanderings, wanting, and wishes
Fighting the foe from my feelings
Hating my happiness haunting my head
Ending the ebb of emanating emotions
Dizzying the drifting, dead and doomed
Missing the moral memories once molded
Tapping the tables of time ~Dan Greene~
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