<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>AIP [Ageing In Progress]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every seasons change, we grow old <br>Each year that passes by, we wrinkle <br>Even a rose, it drops its dried petals <br>Till it’s a bulb, like an old man’s bald</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Human life, in each journey, we wonder<br>How minds think and act as it travels far<br>To see the unseen beyond the universe<br>To record, write, picture and mesmerize</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we walk in to the room of change<br>These desires are constantly spinning<br>For we’re always in need of new things<br>Better or greater than we already spent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But sometimes we have favorite things<br>That’s hard to let it go off of our hands<br>Like jackets or shoes to wear on and on<br>Though how old and worn to be thrown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Same as we see ourselves in the mirror<br>To let go of our youth is just a bit harder<br>Unlike each seasons they’ll come and go<br>But years that left us were gone forever</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We grow older but our minds still wonder<br>What we’d forgotten or couldn’t remember<br>Of what is today or the date that went by<br>Without knowing our sanity is also fading</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Efren+Petalver+Carranza">Efren Petalver Carranza</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=383406" data-title="AIP [Ageing In Progress] de Efren Petalver Carranza" data-description="Every seasons change, we grow old Each year that passes by, we wrinkle Even a rose, it drops its dried petals Till it’s a bulb, like an old man’s bald Human life, in each journey, we wonder How minds think and act as it travels far To see ..."></div> </div> </div>

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