I cannot help when I look at the
old,
To see my future and what will unfold
I see our speed, their time has past,
But nothing, nothing in this life will last
I always look to nature a diamond once a coal,
As every person ages, as does their soul
Sometimes I turn my head and look away in shame,
I wonder who is really at the end of this game
This game of life this game of choice,
Yet only the young have our deciding voice
I wish I could do more than just write this down,
And let you see what’s in my town
The old are a forgotten race,
We send them off to a forgotten place
And soon enough our time will come,
Where we will look for anyone
To say our name and embrace us with care,
And bring back the youth that just isn’t there
I look at my parents and their parents gone,
And wish to see the next rising dawn
We don’t live forever and should not try,
But to enjoy right now before we die
I feel
like as if I am being choked by the icy grip of
time,
No feeling, no mercy, no reason or rhyme
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