Ongoing #49/Harrow Daily Poem #6

The next doodle in the book shows an office. One of the workers is missing arms legs and a body, having only head, hands (with briefcase) and feet. I worked in offices for many years. It chips away at your soul until there is nothing left.

Hence...

Day by endless passing day,
We give portions of ourselves away,
Become old and sad and grey,
Day by endless passing day.

Day be endless passing day,
We forget the things we meant to say,
Move from predator to prey,
Day by endless passing day.

And day by endless passing day,
We allow our essence to decay,
Until, invisible, we pray
This is the final passing day.