Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.
All The Days Gone By - Poem by Timothy Lee Hollandsworth Jr.
Looking back at this old life
What was it for?
Living the same as everyone else
And now there's nothing more.
Will anyone even visit my grave?
Will they know the name that's scribed?
Will they know all that I gave,
Over all the days gone by?
When I was small
I wanted to change the world
When I grew tall
I was beaten, a slave to the world
What is it for,
This old life?
Isn't any time to waste anymore.
I wasted all those days.
All those days gone by.
Living this life so mediocre
Nothing shall follow in my wake
This life is almost over
No more shall I cling to the fake
Why are we here?
What are we meant to do?
We live in fear
Of what we can't prove
The righteous and the wicked
Share the same fate,
What were they for,
All the days
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