The Ending

July 21, 2014

In the end of life
What is left
But memories fleeting
And fading away
As time goes
What mark do we make
But the soiled nature
And tarmac covered fields
Once beautiful and pristine
Now desolate and lifeless
Only left for the most resilient
And versatile of weeds
Pushing through the cracks
And making even our asphalt fade
Eventually it’ll all be gone

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