[Lost Snail]

I look into the flames
And quietly ponder,
Through my mind
I silently wander.

Oh what a fine, fine thing
It is to be.
To live, to laugh, to cry,
Yet ultimately to die.

Aye, there's the rub.

I regard my body,
This flesh, this blood
Will all be dust,
Buried under the mud.

Younger now, and without a doubt,
Praying now, but less devout,
Leaving now, without a sound,
Older now,
And with greater mileage.

[DarkPower]

I like it....I am not too sure about the last line though.

[Lost Snail]

Doesn't fit, but I think that's why I like it

[DarkPower]

hmm I see. thats good.

[Lost Snail]

lol

[Intrinsic]

Mileage you say-when splintered the hour glass of time becomes;
more value will it have. how much more will you protect it.
Time the healer, the thriller, the dealer, the killer.
Time the gentel wave that laps in thirsty tides the sand castle shores.
The last line is the best line-out of time.
Intrinsic..

[TheNewFoundPoet]

I must say, that last line is genius. Simply genius...

"Buried under the mud" - This is the only line I didn't like, can't explain why, but consider revising if you can...

Otherwise, it's cool.