Growing Old
The world had grown old,
Like some stale bread forgotten in the mold,
Time passed by, like an athlete on the run,
I noticed that the brightness of the sun was finally gone.
Was it already night that I can no longer see the light?
Or was it just too late now,
That I didn’t notice life just took its last bow.
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