As he looks at the man in the mirror
The spark has gone out in his eyes
The spectre of death drawing nearer
The knowledge that time truly flies
Too much of his life spent in wanting
So little fulfilling the need
Frustration of constantly searching
For the key so his heart could be freed
A last, weak, faltering heartbeat
No hope of reprieve comes in sight
Gone without ever knowing sweet
Love's illumining light.
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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B
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