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Geremia
Geremia
Jan 25, 2015 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Planned obsolscence edit

Planned obsolescence

I am just a machine
of flesh and bone
with what they call a soul.
I have a heart that feels
and a brain that knows
off the same assembly line
as the rest of Mankind,
I am genetically defined
according to my prototype
allotted a certain time
before I begin to die.
There was no quality control
when I was made
so I, grow old,, decay.
and away I fade....

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scribbler

10 years 5 months ago

Hi Joe

Actually there IS a quality control. We are all born with defective bodies destined to break down lol.....stan

Sparrow

Sparrow

10 years 5 months ago

Joe

A great write,
though we are born with a body it is for us to choose
the paths we have to take, to learn of many things.
That your soul is there watching what you do,
it is not there to help you, it watches your actions one by one and grows each day.
There are many that will walk with you on this life's way.
We learn from everything, to help the watching soul attain perfection.
Take care Young Joe and know we are all here with you, Yours Ian

Rula

Rula

10 years 5 months ago

I like this joe

I have only one suggestion,
I would tweak the line..."so I decay, grow old, and fade away"
to read something like... so I grow old, decay and fade away
but it's your call of course.
Take care.