I'm getting old, damn, getting old!
No wisdom or peace, as was promised and told,
Just wrinkles and spots and folds to unfold.
Beauty is gone, the soul's almost sold.
No parents, no kids, no pets, not a soul...
No sex, no illusions, no debts and no dreams,
But plenty regrets and faults as it seems.
No passion, no love, just a dusty old theme
Repeating itself in an infinite stream.
The anthem of my semifinal despair:
The youth is so just, the aging's unfair!
16.10.20
Getting old...
© Copyright: Роза Грёз, 2020
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