Old Age - Poem by Ari Alsio
Old age is felled experience
mother in an old porcelain bowl
which no man no longer want to use.
Old age is a bag full of troubles
in my feeble body
which would give a still young.
Old age is a proxy at the gate of heaven
travel path away - milestone
which does not want to even appear.
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