Time is too unforgiving
And life has got no flavor
Her figure grew ungiving
And soul's now a vapor..
She's lost, afraid, unnamed
Why would she bother living,
if excellency's not attained??
How could she travel forth
If her knees are broken, both.
They stepped on her when passing
As they were heading north
They ran ahead of her, surpassing..
But pain left not..her whimpers
Although her knees were ailing
Her pain was fully due to failing:
A single day of awakening
Followed by an entire season of lethargy..
keep your warm hands in your pockets
And watch her die..
No!
Just keep on heading north.
S