Getting Old Man
Everyone flies
I’m still left behind
Scared to death
I’m losing my mind.
Sitting on a chair
Counting white hairs
Realized I’m too old
But I just don’t care.
I see the beauty
A man getting old
Got wrinkles on skin
Memories don’t fold.
Have money and time
Though no more strength
Let me live each day
Make a longer length...
Copyright © Lei Strauss | Year Posted 2015
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