Growing Old


So I have too been growing old.
Seems I cannot fence with the words
Doubly edged, no, not any more!
Beneath the setting sun on the purple sky
My steps grow weary with the weight
Not firm in their hold like before.
Across the drying earth on the dusty ground
My mind is scattered all around
Blunt, incongruous, in disarray.
Most dreams resigned, hopes gone far away.
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