AgeA Poem by Owen AldinNotes and scribbles from the lecture classAge Colourful curtains come down on tales at their concluding chapters, As we reflect under the dimmed skies, Reaching and grasping for memories to raise a smile. Plenty of places that come and pass, Experiences you wish would forever last. Dreams that can no longer be explored. Ideas to be left and ignored. Emancipating yourself from what cannot be changed. Make Life count. © 2016 Owen Aldin |
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Added on March 1, 2016 Last Updated on March 3, 2016 Tags: Age, getting old, seize the day Author
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