upon opening a tiny door
was meet by rugged face
that used to be so smooth
life could be threatening
so many needs; so many wants
that body couldn't cope to
draining all our life juice
admire who are in control
letting everything pass
just like windy afternoon
taking step by step, smart
content of what they have
maybe live longer than us
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