Dying.

by Harry

My life is nearly over.

All my cell’s are dying.

They cannot repair me.

So whether it will be

a long life or short.

It matters not.

I know my life is

near to an end.

I will be replaced

by another.

Because we are plenty.

I am.

A battery.

6 Comments to “Dying.”

  1. Love it, you reeled me in there 😉

  2. wow, you tricked me. I use rechargeable 🙂

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