Dead Men Walking

Midnight that time between 

what was and what is to be.

When we reflect on what we should have done, 

but somehow never achieved.

Now is the quiet time,

with its silent thoughts

like something whispered

that is not meant to be heard.

All of the Tomorrows identical 

to all of our yesterdays

and all the days the same,

just a blank page to be filled.

It was gone on this way,

the days the years never to return.

We wake, live, love and die without realizing

that we are just dead men walking.

From the first cry

to the last tear of goodbye.

By Dave Painter

From: United States