Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain

Dust of Crumbled Stone

In my youth, with worries naught,
I found the untold truth I sought,
Hidden lies in lessons learned,
Left me cool to fools that taught.

All my songs have long been sung,
Although I feel as if still young,
Only the merciful breath of time,
Smooths the tone of an elder's tongue.

The universe lurks black and vast,
No gray matter will ever last,
But of memories I now recall,
How fast the sun of summer passed.

We all face life’s end alone,
The fear of death is to the bone,
Soon will come our time to die,
To be the dust of crumbled stone.

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