by Nick Gisburne
For twenty thousand days upon this Earth
A long-forgotten figure of a man
Has wondered what his life is truly worth
But finds no place or purpose in its plan
A milestone marks the meaning of the day
More time has passed, he knows, than is to come
As every squandered second slips away
Another dawn, discarded, leaves him numb
He burns each bitter moment, one by one
And buries them forever in the sands
In sleep he finds his dreams are almost gone
A fading future, falling from his hands
He cannot find the days he lost before
And will not live for twenty thousand more
