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
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