[Poetry] TIME ETCHED ON THE FACE OF THE OLD— Pawners Paper

Time On The Face Of The Old[poetry] Pawnerspaper

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The dry leaves of desires

Could be seen tossed by the current of the wind

Wrinkles and throbbing pains'

Trail could be seen savaging through the hard skin

Each defeat, a strength fails and never replenish,

As our days are expertly carved as time flies wingless towards our end.

Each tear, each smile

Parts open a closed door to our death

So let every feet tread with a cautious souls.

I'm rich, ruthless and brave, yes,

But have you seen the face of death?

Has time set you on its back to an endless journey?

Our irreversible fate has been written

On the spilled blood of our ancestors

Let the infants and naive

Voyage through the wrinkled scarred face of the old

Gorge out their eye to see how they melt with the past

Share their ears to listen more

And their tongue, culture to learn of the old ways

Learn how they wave at time and blend with the present

Learn how they lend peace as a gift to love

Learn how they seek and age with time

Learn how they rise in the morn with the sun

And set at noon with the moon

Learn how time is visibly painted on their face.

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