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Another crumb, another day.
One more slice another year
as one by one time slips away
with loss of the ones I hold dear.

Until there's little left to chew
and few loaves left from times gone by.
Too soon the losses are nothing new
matters not the tears we cry.

Some loaves get toasted by fast living
others stay white from lives lived cold.
then some are cut too short by giving
better that than green from mold.

Today time ate one more sandwich
which has been beside me here for years.
Gone without even a twitch
a cause for more shedding of tears.

One day I'll see those other lives
and we'll discuss that baker up above.
as we reunite with friends and wives
and all those whom we dared to love.

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Structured: Western
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this one hits home! I like the images of old age and death taking their bites from our lives. One of your better ones in the realm of scancion. ~ Geez.

This must be the place, 'cause there ain't no place like this place anywhere near this place

You can be assured the scansion was almost accidental lol. As to hitting home I reckon all us old guys have similar thoughts

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Still did not see this lol. thanks for eagle eye

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u know me minor points must be brushed off lol

I appreciate it when other catch my mistakes

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Shall catch you

Paying lmao

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A good poetry is a contribution to reality.

"By virtue of creativity, my literary genre is poetry".


I am pleased you dropped by for a read

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