Small Thought. Old age is the sword of Damocles hovering over
our head, dangling, bragging, waiting for the last breath to beheaded it.
Old age rips off our body from its pride, its youth, its glory
and jailed it with its memories till the body dries out skin
and becomes a souvenir. Viva
our head, dangling, bragging, waiting for the last breath to beheaded it.
Old age rips off our body from its pride, its youth, its glory
and jailed it with its memories till the body dries out skin
and becomes a souvenir. Viva
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