Sunday, March 16, 2008

The Restaurant at the End of the World

We come to be for a little while
Leave a small dent in time
Some scratch the table
Some clean it to a shine
We are only known
For what we leave behind

A half eaten roll

Melon

Wine

And when we're gone
We'll be remembered for a little while
Until the waitress comes


And cleans our memory away

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Eat my heart out Shadowlor! HAHA
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simon said...

Woah! great poem!

Ruela said...

cool poem!



thanks!

Faithful 2 U said...

Cool poems. Thanks for visiing my blog. Can't wait to see what is next...

 
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