Who made the light go dimmer? Was it the lonley vagabond, who stepped in here, some time ago? Who made the sky look darker? Was it a semi-god or a foul creature from the bottom of earth? Why is it so silent now? Has everyone vanished? Was anyone here at all? So many questions, so few to ask Will I last?
Reason for writing:
Simply a poem about the circle of life...
The 1st part is asked by an 'aging' person, the 2nd part is asked by a 'child', while the 3rd part is asked by a 'dying' person.
Who's asking the last questions? Well, this I leave to the reader...
Birth sign: Aries
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