I see myself becoming old.
My closet is full of suits I don’t wear anymore.
Nothing I need to wear them for.
There are days when I stay in my pajamas till noon.
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Time moves and so do we. But looking back to how we lived our lives is something we can't regret- good or bad- for as we continue, we become wiser and wittier each time we function mentally and physically.
The small pains we feel are but part and parcel of how much we have accomplished in life and they serve to remind us the golden days ahead of us.
I love this poem, so very real.
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Time moves and so do we. But looking back to how we lived our lives is something we can't regret- good or bad- for as we continue, we become wiser and wittier each time we function mentally and physically. The small pains we feel are but part and parcel of how much we have accomplished in life and they serve to remind us the golden days ahead of us. I love this poem, so very real.