ONE DAY I MAY CLIMB A SUNBEAM

 ONE DAY I MAY CLIMB A SUNBEAM

Here I stare through these cold prison walls,

All flaking and cracked and wrapped in warm shawls,

My mind drifts through life’s echoing halls.

One day I may climb a sunbeam.

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The building started life as a receptacle,

Full of wonder, all in front of me a spectacle,

After a lifetime of viewing I’m sceptical.

One day I may climb a sunbeam.

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Bricks of muscle, full of power in sport,

Strong and true on field, pitch and court,

Now the foundations are crumbling, come to nought.

One day I may climb a sunbeam.

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Not anymore will I try to live so fast,

I’m a museum, filled with treasures from the past.

Not sure quite how long this building will last.

One day I may climb a sunbeam.

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It has been so long since the warmth of the womb,

Schooldays and summers to mausoleum and tomb.

This building’s light destined for infinite gloom.

One day I may climb a sunbeam.

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As I prepare for my end long denied,

To spend eternity, free of life’s bricks on the other side.

God will light the path for the final ride.

So, I may climb my own personal sunbeam.

Phil Hall    October 2012
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Age catches up with all of us, I may still think I'm 18 in my head but in reality I'm crumbling. Getting older doesn't worry me though, I just find I enjoy the little things in life a bit more.