The
old crying
The
years of passing youth
The
years of no planning
Tomorrow
comes too quickly
The
children grow
They
leave the nest eggs
Some
never returned
Some
don't bother
The
old and infirm
Nobody
to take care
Nobody
to come around
The
children send them..
To
hospitals and forget
To
old folk homes close the chapter
The
old accepting fate
Maybe
they done something wrong
The
karma of a circle
It
comes to bother the time
The
clock keeps ticking
The
tears of raining and hopelessness
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