Days, Months and Years
The days, months and years pass
Yet, I am still the same and different.
Every day, I feel
That I am a older than
Yesterday, Every month I feel
That I am bolder than
Last month. Every year I feel
That I am broader than Last year;
The days, months and years are to come
But my present is
Waiting for something
That is not bound to
Days, months and years,
I do not know
How long I have to
Wait for the life
To come to an endless harmony,
The days are such That I feel that I am trying to
Know why they are so.
So are the months
But they are not
So near to life
As the days are,
But the years are such

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