Am Getting Old
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Am getting old yet heart’s aglow
Bliss thunder throbs within
Way of life, tranquil stillness slow
Wrinkles adorn my skin
Mind not life scars and pain
Now, no bondage, no chain
As wisdom, I ingrain
My hands feel cold
Am getting old
14-January-2022
Quietus
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2022
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