Ol’

Yet another sad attempt to rhyme.

When we are older
its easier said that done
The sky is no longer the limit
and the walls around us have shrunk.

When we are older
rainbows are a passing glance.
Numbers and banks disseminate
our mind and soul apart

When we are older
Our dreams no longer fill
hunger of the real kind
or even pay the bills

When we are older
We ‘make do’ with our lives
swallow our pride with
limp in our stride 

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