And Time, A Burning Flame
When I was young and playful
the future seemed so bright
there were songs that we sung
and days were always nice
Eternal it seemed
was the light in your eyes
The dreams in my nights
The soft clouds in my skies
But now the sun is setting
and the world is not the same
Now people are strange and funny
like the cities and their names
Now the gambling men are betting
and I must play the game
My Life's a melting candle
and Time, a burning flame.
-April 11th,2008-
poem by Ray Quesada
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