Growing old is fun
like chewing on a hard bun!
When the skies grow old,
the clouds don't fold,
only rains can't hold
and shower down
while thunder can scold
and lightening is running
from edge to edge in the edgeless sky...
So growing old a fun thing...
hearts don't fold,
only strength in down
while an elderly can scold,
their words turn eldlessly old too
from ears to ears that don't hear
but, the heart dosen't fold
and the clouds don't fold
these things have a stiff mould
and are meant to never grow old.

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