Sunday, December 11, 2011
They pile on like little specks of sand,
Small and weightless at first.
But as they pour
Speck after speck,
My carefree living
Is taken captive by a seashore.
It seems silly
To be taken captive by a seashore;
But then again,
Worrying is silly too.
But I don't know what to do!
My hair is growing grey,
My bald spot is widening every day,
And I've found myself worried shirtless!
I didn't even know that worrying affected
Oh ocean of dreams,
Shall I ever sail thee again?
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