On Growing Old
The past keeps changing fast, the future dies
Unable to fulfil its obligations
The present loses threads of tangled ties
Days pass detached in life's perpetual vacation
Inside and out, you are neither led, nor free
But wait a minute, hasn't it always been like this?
I bet it’s just the way you used to be
Time helps you to forget what has been missed
You have become not very different from your shadow
The lawn you mowed looks greener than expected
Under the bridge the water runs a bit too shallow
As you grow old, by simple things you are affected.
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