Recycled
The hollow of that empty shell
Now void of life but stands to tell
A lifeless carcass hard as tusk
Devoid of heart as upturned husk
As empty as one mindless act
That lures to death in sordid pact
So cold just likened winters face
No life nor favours given grace
Such fear that haunts our waking seconds
Unknown destiny that beckons
Face the bell that rings our name
Life and times the dying game.
I understand my mortal self
My worth not judged on merely wealth
And life must have a journey's end
Embrace it as you would a friend.
poem by Dave James
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