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Growing Forgetful
Where are you going my little friend?
Have you got somewhere to be?
Stumbling ever more idly around
Before you find yourself
Below a tree
But really
Where are you going my little friend?
Is it some place you know?
Maybe
Someday
Ill find you there
With more stumbling to go.
Have you got somewhere to be?
Stumbling ever more idly around
Before you find yourself
Below a tree
But really
Where are you going my little friend?
Is it some place you know?
Maybe
Someday
Ill find you there
With more stumbling to go.
Published 23rd Sep 2011
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Anonymous
25th Sep 2011 4:50am
This is at once a soothing and disturbing poem. Soothing in its old fashioned, sing song style, disturbing in what it could mean. Thanks for the read.
3rd Oct 2011 3:58am
Thanks alot man. This is pretty much my eulogy for my dog. I couldnt front the funeral. was too busy obliterating myself. feeling her go from the ridgities of pain to a soft sack of bleeding potatoes in my arms.
