{"sf1_id":778982,"sf2_id":"ebQQV8a1","title":"Endless Time","author":"Xeminor","words":143,"posted_at":"2014-11-06T22:35:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Oldies","Poem","Sad"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/778982-endless-time","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ebQQV8a1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/b6/bd/b6bd7595-8ac7-45e6-ae72-1dd13a9af135","description":"A sad poem when i was feeling old","content":"Endless time\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRue the day with bitter lament,\n\nThinking of wasted time you have spent,\n\nAgain the bell tolls as the hours pass,\n\nEver marching closer to our final mass,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWatching your hands age day by day,\n\nAs cracks appear in our mortal clay,\n\nEach step you take forwards your falling back two,\n\nTaking your place in the reapers queue,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEach blink of the eye makes the light grow dimmer,\n\nYouth now escaped the worlds lost its glimmer,\n\nDespair replaces hope as we count our last grains,\n\nThe hour glass now turned life escaping our veins,\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEach breath you draw is now treated as the last,\n\nFearing as you realise you have less future than past,\n\nAs you look in the mirror what looks back at you?,\n\nWipe away all the makeup is there really anything to rue?\u0026nbsp;\n\n:(  \n  \n\n"}