Ageing
Does it seem inevitable to you
That ageing provide with calmness
You get sociopathic too
More addicted to aloneness
When you were young you felt salvaged
Protected by the wise and sane
But you’ve grown old and disengaged
And everything’s becoming plain
The wise support the power drunk
Against their will, but maybe not
Some of them watch their wisdom sunk
They might enjoy it quite a lot
And simply put, we are still here
Simplicity is not a blame
Cause every moment you appear
I’m blessed to hear you say my name.
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