From: Sinner@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Age
Date: Mon Aug 15 16:25:38 1994



He remembers the time when he was young
So agile and strong, once so full of life
He looks at his now withered and twisted hands
And curses his long, bitter life
Now his mind wastes as fast as his body
He looses memories every day, friends departed
Why has he been imprisoned for so long
When all his friends are released from their torment
He forgets their names, but holds onto the faces

As the darkness descends, he sees life`s cruel joke
And he laughs out loud for the last time

Then all is black...

They ask, `Why do the good die so young?`
Maybe it is their reward?