Getting old

Being miserable and growing old, destroys your heart and scars your soul,

After Life is surely unknown,  but the hearts of my loved ones will forever be my home,

Beyond the skies is just a Myth, so I say my goodbyes with a hug and a sweet long kiss, 

My children will tell good stories and carry on my name, and I’ll leave this earth without an ounce of shame

This poem is about: 
Me

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