The Golden Years
Old age is a blessing
You are no longer here
Neither is responsibility
But you can not get away yet
There is more to life than that
I am alive because I have no choice
And I don’t remember what I did yesterday
Its nice in its own way.
I know nothing
Young no more
Difficult to accept it
Can not trust my own mind
Its worthless
But I survive without it
I believe in life
And life is leading me
And life is leading me
My intelligence give up on me
Not to worry
Everything is new
Everyday.
Ocsarrac
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Boris Carrasco (
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join the club bud..
Although reality is harsh, we have to face it.
I don't understand a damn thing.
Sincerely.
Ruben.
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