The Spring Of Old Age

The Spring Of Old Age

You all
beaten up

By everyone
around you

And the
time on
the wall

As you
get up

The will
cries out

And the
eyes sulk

The day
passes by

Breakin you
into pieces

Somethin
whizzes by

And a
hustle in
your arms

The spark
fires up

And the
music of
the past

Flows by
you bringin

Spring in
the Old
Age

Caution: This might be all theory

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