The
old man cries
It's
time he forgets it all
The
symbols of his time
It
has to change...
The
negative vibes always
Every
time he says
There
is nothing positive about it
The
old man cries
When
he is challenged
He
always says he doesn't know
“Maybe
I am old
I
can't remember it all”
Tomorrow
he will cry
He
has lost his way
He
has to come to term
He
had his time
“My
way” has gone
Into
the sunset of his time
The
old man cries
He
forgets the multicolours of this nation
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