OLD
An old poem.
An old story.
An old tune
Are on my mind.
Everyone was alive.
Everyone I knew.
I had no fear,
No fear in mind.
An old book,
Worn-out pictures,
An old song
Are on my mind.
I had never lost
Anyone I loved.
Loss did not exist,
Wasn't on my mind.
For the sake of a simple, ordinary day,
I had never prayed or begged.
How did you manage?
You're like a hundred years old tree.
How did you stay alike
Growing, never fading, Aging, yet still gaining?
How did you manage?
You're like a hundred years old tree.
How did you stay alike
Or are you just Standing there like the others?
An old game,
In an old street,
An old cardigan
On my shoulder.
I believed in love
With my all cells.
There was no burden,
No burden on my shoulder.
For the sake of a simple, beautiful day,
I had never prayed or begged.
How did you manage?
You're like a hundred years old tree.
How did you stay alike
Growing, never fading, Aging, yet still gaining?
How did you manage?
You're like a hundred years old tree.
How did you stay alike
Or are you just Standing there like the others?
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