Shrinking, closing in a different tunes flow,
to the sudden aging changes.
Some things slow when you no longer grow,
your reaches lose their ranges.
Why be proud of the past gone days,
when the present worries calm notions.
You were able to, in the past that stays,
still capable carrying forward motions.
You once could, at a point you would,
now the circle is closing.
You think you should, together you stood,
now the thought is imposing.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 16th, 2026 04:08
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Comments1
A poem that requires careful reading and some thinking nicely composed with some intriguing rhyme well done
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