I remember when from my father
I was told:
'Son, today, for the first time
I was said Old,
Is a strange feeling, you know?
Is not a joy,
Something new it crossed my brain,
Like a whispering voice'.
I was curious 'Dad, what the voice it said,
And why it was not nice? '
'Said something like that: ...
....From now it starts the end of life'
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