Old
Shuffle along, heavy breaths.
Struggle past, people don't care.
Who are you? Who were you?
The latter more a question of interest....
Have you loved? Have you wisdom?
I will never know, for who am I?
I have my own life to live and to possibly grow old....
Copyright © Kristopher Curran | Year Posted 2012
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