In the twilight of his life
he felt like all turning
cloudy
his eyes cloudy
the sky above cloudy
the mirror he held cloudy
often
towards the many facets
of life,
all turning cloudy.
Held he the mirror
close to his eyes
held he at a distance
but no
everything cloudy
felt like his life
already turned redundant
which added to his
frustration and sadness.
‘Worry thee not
your footsteps already
stamped upon the paths
of life,
but you like
everyone on earth
never ever can’t
stop the flow of
the river called time
time never stops
though “time must have
a stop….”
Swim with the current
of time
and be satisfied with
the time allotted to
you by ever flowing time
itself
be on cloud nine’.
Heard he from afar
an unseen power whispering
to him
like an oracle.
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