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Second part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories

Old man

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by Fimbulwintr

by Fimbulwintr

Lead weighs your bones,
Old man, go home.
It's time now to sleep,
To flit in summers dream.

Make time to grow,
Your mind, it's stores.
Or soon you'll forget,
It's time to go home.

Close your eyes my dear,
And hush the rapids fast.
A pool of eerie quiet shall be,
You, now and for more.

Lead weighs your bones,
Old man, no more.
Born is the child,
Awake, new morn.

Fly past the wind,
Till sun sets in time.
Fly till the weight,
Fly till it sinks.

And then old shall you be,
Once more.