Old But Life
More and more my crown becomes heavier to lift
from tear-stained pillows
and through hard trials.
Nothing is new but death. (Farewell, Dr. Maya)
Nothing is old but life. (S.O.S.)
I will smile.
I will push.
I will dream.
And I won't ever stop
lifting my eyes to see hope
until I am out
with the old
and in
with the new. (snap your fingers somebody)
Copyright © Nikkia Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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