You’re ought to grey
You’ll lose all those shine and the glow
Skin will wrinkle and face will age
The mind will mature
And the soul will experience the days.
Days, hours, minutes and second
You go round and forward
Making circles and lines that weren’t planned
And you’d realize why all this happened
Those were inevitable
Days, or no days
The account we carry
The baggage we are supposed to spare in this flesh
Shall be spared.
We may get mercy from the merciful, forgiveness from him
But how can you forgive yourself, for the things you did?
Greying with highlights of guilt is probably the worst color.
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