I'm sitting in the chair
Observing people drinking tea
With my stick near me
Like an old companion
That never leaves me
Memories and memories
Of my lost friends
Run in my head
My eyes are pouring
Watching small children
Playing with toys
And I remember when I was small
Innocent and lost
Looking for happiness
In places I've never seen
Now I'm here
With regrets in my mind
And a tired look
Looking at life
Like a dying butterfly
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Melancholia
PoesíaMelancholia • A mental condition characterized by great depression of spirits and gloomy forebodings.
