brushing the land if allowed to grow
I digress as I age unlike the bees
spreading pollen then honey they die quickly
I digress as I age love more and receive less
forlorn as a forgotten lamb on a hill
I digress as I age without the childish thrill
the urge to seem young then not
Known as ancient by the teens we have got
I digress as I age withering into silence
forgotten by god and all, alone
I digress as I age for a thousand years
without a home
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