Posted in growing old, original

Everlasting Cup

So I took the everlasting cup

As I took a sip and held it up

My life that went by, I saw

Things that I loved and regretted, all felt so raw

Each one flashed like a lightning or a page

I took it all in as I slowly saw myself grow with age

The everlasting cup I threw

Cause you see, I’d love to grow old with you

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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