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I am old.
This is an undeniable truth.
Wrinkles run across my face.
The touch of time has a hold.
My eyes, worn and weary from seeing the world—
Both its Heaven and Hell.
My legs, rigid and decrepit,
Both from when I have had risen and fell.
My body,
The skin, once covered me with a tight embrace—
Time transformed it to loose leather.
A youth becoming an elder,
Age made itself known.
I am old.
My sunset is here and soon, twilight must fall.
My day has almost flown.
I lay here with beeping echoing in my ears.
White-washed walls surrounding me—
With sterile scent of medicine always near.
Never do they cease.
I am old,
And I am dying.
Yet, I am not afraid.
My heart does not harbor fear’s shadow.
I am old—
And the end of Fate has been made.
Yes,
That is why she is here.
A lightweight sundress flowing down short legs,
Stopping at knobbly knees.
A black rose tucked behind a tiny ear,
And a lively smile resting below chubby cheeks.
The delicate light of stars peeks through glass.
A soft breeze push and pull the flowing blanch in a gentle sway.
She extends her hand—
A child’s grace.
I am old.
Sunset has past,
And now, twilight is here.
I take her hand into my own.
So small it disappears within my grasp.
And together, we walk into the dawn.