Treasure Island

Joey Jones


The Wane


As my tomorrows begin their slow steady wane
I watch as my somedays are all fading away
I find myself stuck here on melancholy lane
Idle at the corner of tomorrow and yesterday

The grains of sand fall as my clock steadily ticks
Leaving more life behind me than what lay ahead
Allowing less and less time for my mark to affix
even now chances are lost and words left unsaid

Oh, how I have woken to not embrace the day
Living but leaving so much of this life unseen
In planning for someday my dreams I betray
Replaced with the monotony of my dull routine

My once blue skies are fading into shades of gray
Still I sit at this intersection with life waning away

Submitted: Sunday, June 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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