A string of life is a precious thing
It gets shorter and shorter as the pendulum swings
It keeps on going till the grave
Its sweet material will be saved

Everyone keeps on going along with their day
Unaware that it is sad to say
The string is getting shorter no matter how much you pray

You can't stop it from breaking
Soon it will be gods for the taking
The beautiful colors can no longer stay
Because eventually it will turn a ugly gray

Its indescribable how the colors they fade
Turning like the shadow of something when in the shade
It breaks, it turns dim
The thread is getting slim

Your string will soon be cut small
And the pendulum will fall
Because now its your strings time to turn black
And for the scissors to take one last hack

Now the string of life ends
And another generation of strings begin
Taking the same jouney of the string
Always seeing what life may bring








 
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