Growing Old
GROWING OLD
old bunny sat with remorse in the snow
wondering why one would grow
after all that life bestow
He stretched his hands onto a big branch below
thinking about how great life was some years ago,
and how alluring his skin would glow
Enraptured by the radiance of the snow,
he sung a song to the crow
telling him that he would soon go
Caressed by the falling snow,
he picked the ice to throw
Unto the sky below
Scared by the silence that would soon flow,
he grubbed his trumpet to blow
Starring at the snowy hills in sorrow,
he whispered to them that life is narrow
Looking at the heaven's row,
he pleaded for time to be slow
Watching the white devoid sky's show,
he wished for time to borrow,
but everything looked shallow
and natural it is to grow
Stellah
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