dave harry - Numbered

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

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