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    Skeleton

     

    Skeleton bones.

    Mommy, Mommy help me.

    He is wasting away.

    He is nothing more than bones.

    Melting away is what he is doing.

    I see nothing left in him.

    Not a fight no reason to live.

    Drinking away his sorrows.

    Its hurting him more than he knows.

    He's just a skeleton.

    He don't want to live.

    I sit here day after day and watch him slowly slip away.

    Farther and Farther out of my reach.

    What can I do other than try and stop him.

    He don't hear what I'm saying.

    I am no one to tell him what to do.

    He is all that I have left.

    I wish you could see just how much you mean to me.

    But what can I do ?

    Sit here and watch him waste away.

     

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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