This is about just how life catches up with a lot of us, as I'm sure a lot of you will be able to relate to this in one way or another.
Worn out to extent of collapse,
My body clock about to elapse.
Turning from a strong mountain,
From a gushing giant fountain.
Crumbling apart into a pile of rock,
Life running slow hearing it tick tock.
Feeling it's time to close my eyes,
Waiting for tomorrow's hidden disguise.
Time to dim the bright light,
Then with one last sigh say night night.
This bodies ready for the heap,
Sweet Dreams my friends it's time to sleep.
© Grant Dickson 09/02/2016