• wandererlost 50w


    I m not young and charming any more
    I think I am excused from days of yore
    Not a part of sleepless talks
    Or in the company of endless walks
    If I go hiding no one will seek
    If I start counting no ear will peek
    Is life the same for every one
    And will there be a day without the sun
    After I am gone will I be remembered
    Or my name will perish in the list of unwanted