Wither
Published by Sanket Rathod under clock, friends, I, letter, life, night, words on Thursday, August 18, 2011I've been down many roads,
Called a lot of places home.
Made more than a few friends
Intending to forget none.
Words may live forever,
Ink has a life of it's own.
My letters have lost all meaning,
The messenger goes on and on.
My clock keeps on ticking,
Night gives way to dawn.
The old unwilling to wither
Wishing to see the new born.
