The
old faces
Wrinkled
on the skin
The
passage of time
The
old age arrives
Some
can't take it
They
are so afraid
The
writing on the skin
The
lines of wisdom and old age
This
is the cycle
Birth
living decaying
Once
it is done
It
isn't over yet
Some
want to delay
The
outcome of their lives
The
plastic surgery wanting to stay young
The
pain they bear it greed the game
In
the end the inevitable of life
We
have a fixed time to stay here
Once
it is time we have to pack and go
The
journey begins again
What
we see
The
bodies return to the soil
Cremation
of ashes to ashes
The
old shells gone new ones begin
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