the age has
demanded that we
become as little
as possible
we shed off
excesses
we let go what
we do not
need
it is the autumn
of life
the falling and
mellowing
i am giving more
and taking less
keeping to myself
what words are
i am getting less
of you
but more of myself
i do not sing
because i cannot
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