A cantaloupe, peppered with age, sits on a rotting table.
An oak so strong- the forest mage!- now stands on legs unable.
---and in that dying of the light, they falter once, they lose the fight.
An emery board, worn to nub, lays limp upon the floor.
A fingernail, down to stub, asleep and prunes no more.
---and as their lives slip away, they search for hope, they find decay.
These tragedies of which I speak are not for hearts and minds of weak.
Simple statements. Moments of past. Lived too young--- died too fast.
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