The Old Ones FallA Poem by ObscurityNoneMisinterpretation of an old man.
Do you think that in autumn, when a leaf falls from a tree,
that is old, and withered, it just waits to be swept away with the wind? It
displays its colors, elegantly, and with those of its kind. They show everyone
the beauty of the world. You too can do this, the wisdom, the experience, the
knowledge, the history you carry.
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