When
we age in our lives
We
don't see much of the future
We
are throwing back to the past
Where
we lived and imprinted our footprints
Maybe
the aging people
The
focus can't reach the stars
They
are reflecting back to find ways
Of
getting it back when they were young
Yet
they will realize
The
pathways have gone in their eyes
It
is just the memory of the good and bad times
Circling
in their minds
They
want to feel the closeness of it
The
way they were living like a band of vagabond
Going
from one place to another destination
Before
they are tied down to family roots
When
we age in our eyes
The
mirror reflects the sign of a cage
The
old bones can't take it in long distance
The
invincible cage in the mirror of our minds
But
live on the aging lives will say
Maybe
regrets a few a good times many
The
throwback to the long forgotten memories
Standing
at the circle of life of sweet Lord and paradise
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