Growing older

by : Bacardi Gold




golden leaves never fly high
they fall and blown to a distance
the greens still holding on by
add color to life of innocent ones

yellowed foliage for a time they cling
dark reds and lights persist survival of life
summer, winter, autumn, and spring
seasons end, come and go, like man and wife

life changes as we grow old
but we can’t stop pursuing our dreams
the thick snow on the roof of my home
doesn’t mean i manufacture ice creams…



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Bacardi Gold

It's nice to be back writing again in I guess my time will provide me space to breath a little and write a little. This unique moment is pressing me to squeeze whatever little thoughts I have in my brain and share them with you. Friends of all colors and beliefs, please support me for this endeavor as we spread friendship and understanding worldwide.

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