Numbers, by John Moore Subscribe to rss feed for John Moore

Choking on a ‘hundred 
Goin ninety 
Down eighty

Count the raindrops
Lose track at seventy
Thinkin about the sixties

These days
Dad’s turnin fifty
I’m puking up a forty

Women worried 
about turnin thirty
I can barely manage twenty

Seconds

Without worrying about the sum total
Of my existence

Running out of road
Running into time

Spend my last ten bucks
On a dime

Try to quiet my mind
Drowning in the rain.

This sentence was made to rhyme
I wasn’t.
Posted: 2015-10-25 02:19:40 UTC

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