I see some older people - lonesome, sad -
Whose brains descend into a mental illness;
Their personalities become untimely cut,
And death arrives before the body weakens.
We, humans, now live much longer lives,
Of which the most we spend routinely working;
Between the boring duties, we disguise
Our dreams that we're perpetually blocking.
And then comes freedom, when there is no health,
To leave one face the hypothetic options:
Will one enjoy the hard-obtained wealth,
Or sleep with no ideas or emotions?
I don't want live until the gruesome age,
When one becomes apathic and estrang'd.
13.01.2017
I see some older people - lonesome, sad -
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2017
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