The old tiger
Wounded and old
Still never want to retire
Living the end of his days
Running in shadow
In the jungle of dark and light
Pursuing his dream
He forgets his age
Wounded and old
The eyes still sharp
But the strength has gone
Living in the jungle a game to fight
For his own?
He should have enough
The years on his top game
But power clouded his mind
The old tiger
The sign on the trees
Telling him to do good
Forget about his unfinished dream
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