~ Wilted Daisy ~
As I grow older, I wilt like a daisy,
Once swaying in the breeze,
stems overlooking, reaching high and tall.
Spirits held high, hopes to the sky,
the greatest one of them all.
But now as I see, a part is missing in me;
the daisy and I wilted and faded away with time.
The person I was I will never be,
until time’s end in mine.
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