Older

Out of the window into the crisp blue skies,
The clouds are reflected in the tear-crest eyes
A blink and a shudder, a tear rolls down,
But for the pipes creaking there is barely a sound.

A million memories flash back from the past,
From childhood, parenthood, until at last
His most recent past time, his dear love gone,
He puts on the record and listens to 'their' song.

A receding hairline, much less weight than in his youth
The dust-covered photographs provide all the proof
That as the nights grow darker and the days grow colder
Time slips away and every day he grows older.

Haha that's brill... would take me a week to come up with that!

Iv seen more life from a dead horse
Site is dead and im full of remorse
Is the bacuse of the issue with Java
That started this pularva
Maybe its facebook or twitter
That sent this site down the shi...

luv it!