Older Heart
Inevitably the seasons change
but not like clock work
sometimes early and sometimes later
but they change and so must you
at least that's what they say is the case
in these modern times
where nothing stays static
and everything is in a state of constant flux
you busk and you bust
until your calloused fingers find new pain
and the rain comes again
as if the sky is showing
that it will once again clean your slate
and put you back at the start
with tired hands and an older heart
Yeah, some more of my usual ramblings. I need to get a job. Peace out.
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