This is... I just have no words I am not speechless very often but I am.
This not a log or a diary but rather a glimpse in the mind of wise man of aged body,
weary with the colors that the world has shown, some dark some light some gray,
with only memories to play and thoughts looming to stay,
yet the persistent everlasting spirit unswayed,
the spirit that hopes not for a better but a brighter day,
like the trusty companion let it stay,
O wise man do get everyday.
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This is... I just have no words I am not speechless very often but I am.
This not a log or a diary but rather a glimpse in the mind of wise man of aged body,
weary with the colors that the world has shown, some dark some light some gray,
with only memories to play and thoughts looming to stay,
yet the persistent everlasting spirit unswayed,
the spirit that hopes not for a better but a brighter day,
like the trusty companion let it stay,
O wise man do get everyday.