Old, and faded
Used, and abused
A distant dream
When I had a life
Yes, it’s true!
The world took more than I gave
Yes, it’s true!
The world doesn’t seem fair
Yes, it’s true!
My existence seemingly have no purpose
But,
See how happy these young ones are!
And,
Hear, the echos of their carefree laughter
Take a moment to
Feel their energy and their life…
Maybe
Letting this young vine rest on my old and weary shell
Maybe
Seeing a new beginning of another
Maybe
Feeling happy for someone else
Maybe
My purpose
The hidden old fence might wonder…
– Nim –