Wintertime is on my brow <br />My soul is greyed and tainted <br />Today is past, when is now <br />The future needs to be repainted <br />The skin of the world is loose <br />Its flesh is hanging limp <br />Its heart is bleeding and bruised <br />The world's an aging pimp <br /> <br />My eyes are dim and bovine <br />There are cobwebs in my mind <br />And blurry visions of the sun <br />My spawn has long since scattered <br />Across the night, and the sky is spattered <br />With my darkened *blood*<br /><br />Mark Tapley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bored-old-man-sonnet-3/
