Places to rest, and hang material, switch and kick as life clunks along with its gravelled load.
Bulbs from nature to the florescent and efficient lose the luster that is dying from birth.
Jobs can call at anytime, give praise, twist fate, make a man lose his plate.
People live their ticking clocks, climb some rocks, make their way to an impending stop.
Words can never turn back time and often haste brings nasty rhymes.
Hate can never truly pay; save that line for judgement day.
We're all temporary here, grab some love, don't cloud the ears.
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