Every Day, Every passing day
The majority of my life
Seems a little Grey
And filled with some strife.
Every Day, Every passing hour
As time continues to pass by
I seem to be more than a little dour
And I am puzzled as to why.
Every Day, Every passing bit
Around me the world goes on
I stand still, unable to make it
Little by little I grow more withdrawn.
Every Day, Every Passing breath
My life wastes away before me
Bringing me closer to death
Only then shall I be free.
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