Category : Poems

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It seems like our flesh 
 Is falling off our bones.
  We are getting, 
  We are getting old.

 It seems like the memories
  In our minds are all gone.
  We are getting,
  We are getting old.

It seems like time has
  Wasted its time.
 We have wasted it,
  Waiting for the right time. 

It seems like nothing is
  As it was at the beginning.
 We are getting, 
  We are getting old
   Like summer in September.

Our fingers have broken
  Off one from another. 
Our lips have cut off 
 The way for strangers.

 Our shoulders
  Have borne burdens.
We are getting,
We are getting old
   Like summer in September.