I would love you to LOL ROFL & LMFAO here in heaps
Four things
one sleep
other work
another brain
and yet another
my bed;
combine
to write a story
on daily routine.
Hackneyed and heard
yet minutes are scarce
not to talk about hours
years have passed by
only mirror
tells me a story different
which I notice after months.
Last full snap of me
when I saw myself
(snapped some two months back)
I sighed
and took my rare deep breath
uttering,”Oh! life I seem to know
how you take our toll
and how into our graves
we all roll”
(most of us end up living simple lives making no dent ever in life and then peacefully quieten after
our little falls and rewards)
Is death silent, or does it drown out all other sound until nothing can be heard at all?
Beautiful post