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white hair
more furrows on the forehead
less agility
loss of memory
probing
forgetting and
insecurities
abandonment
and
pills and more
therapies
and less care
of those
we love
they who are also
searching
for their destiny
chasing the good
they have in mind

sunset
we have become
fading
and embracing
another night
of our lives

flame
and ashes
gray and
foul.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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