The Aged

How pleasant it must be
To grow old and white haired.
To watch the fresh generations,
So young and unprepared.
And smile as they fiddle around
In the first part of their life.

To watch all mankind
In its new lows and new highs.
To find peace in that
You've done all you need do,
You've said what there is to say.
And even if death do you part
Heaven provides another day

-pangun

Slow Motion

A heart beat dragged out
Over tantalizing seconds.
The flash of a smile, so vivid,
now remembered in sadness.
The palace of your childhood,
now eternally lost.
Still getting nearer,
although time seems to stop.
Loving moments are relived.
So many things you wished to show her.
Life speeds by
as the headlights get closer.

Cracks

What kind of skewed outlook do I have on life.
What is this prescription I'm wearing?
If only seeing the truth was as simple as throwing those glasses away.
You don't know how much i want to be able to see.
To claw, punch and fight my way back.
To search the Drug Store shelves for "life adhesive",
Take a double dose,
And melt this pain away.