Love

An old man sitting besides me lost in his own thoughts About how his life would end He looked dull and waiting for his death No one would believe this old flower was once the brightest Looking like as if he was never something else from this before I thought and thought and I took a deep breath And thought ohh lord why cannot be everyone same forever why for some end is near shore Maturity is what gets into you and what you take inside Ohh Lord why someone once a king now has every feeling which he wants to hide