Months and Months and Years and Years

Oh, my friends

These final moments
are breaking.

Life gets tough,
no more simple measures
for simple pleasures.

Oh, my companions

I want to live in
eternal drunken funny
moments forever.

Laughing, laughing, laughing,
laughing.

Oh, my brothers

Fifty years from now,
in somber remembrance
of dream-like memories.

Crying, laughing, singing,
sighing.

We're already dead,
and we're always dying.

 

i loved the words of memories.
what we will have in the end..is our selves...

lovenpeace from saff

 

We're already dead,
and we're always dying

wow, i really like this, all of it, just lovely

 

Thanks, you guys, I always appreciate the love and kind words you send my way.

Yeah, summer, the last three lines of the poem are my favourite.