Me Alone In This Cold Old World
Birds sing their melody as the wind passes through his grey hair. It is such a relaxing place to go back in the past and relive all the most kept treasure; his memories. As he takes his journey back in his path of his life. He remembers the time when he was as strong as an ax, handsome and to all the ladies appealing. He never taught that he would reach to this point. Were no one is there to show him love. He sits alone in his garden and thinks about his days when he used to ride his bike and now he can barley walk. He also remembers the days of his kids, when they all loved him and always wanted to be near him. Now there all grown up and have left him and gone on his own. Now that he is old wrinkled, and alone no one is there to show him the love that he once knew in his young life. I'm sitting alone in this cold and old world, thinking about my young life. Where have the days gone? Where did they go? How fast the years go! How did I reach this point that I'm old and alone? This wasn't me. I loved adventure and being surrounded by people. I once was a rose bud who later blossomed into a rose and now I'm the wither rose ready to be cut of the plant and thrown away. I must go before the corruption of the new millennium takes over me. What is happening to this world? What is happing to this world that I called my home? What happened to this world that use to be enjoyable, relaxing and free? Something or somebody needs to come and clean up this horrible disaster before something more terrible happens! What happened to the days when we used to go for a nice, relaxing, enjoyable wall? But now we can't go across the street without being shot! Dear God please help this world; help it become the world I use to know. Help the people realized who are there family and teach them the true meaning of love. Dear God help them out! Help me out!
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