2359,0000 I made it another day
1159,1200 will I make it all the way
Sun and moon will I see where they stay
Pain, grief; death on my bed need I be gay?
Pen in hand on my deathbed sure I lay
In reminiscence of the heyday gone by
Young virile…oh me oh my…
Pure summers heat who to agile to duck my heat
Hmm…now fragile and pale; that new moon glow
Recreational death, death of a erection
Ash to ash, dust to.., the womb to the tomb
Unknown soldier, a lifetime now fighting time
Hope? I’m three feet into the grave
My turn to see, heaven hell truth or myth
January - December; December - January
My days are numbered
dave harry
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/numbered-4/
