My freedom - now in my fifties,
He lost a lot of words,
Scattering stories,
Dreams are also a reality of lost currents.
Fifty years is a long days,
Changing Life Stories,
Many pictures painted in new tunes,
New stories arranged in familiar faces.
When the old man forgets,
Friendships
Loses alley while walking,
Shelter seeking old age,
I want a new shoulder, a new arm,
Evening walk.
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