Climbing the Hill

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Climbing the hill

Life is a struggle
A place where no one goes without a cut
This I wonder looking up to the hill before me
The hill of age!
Could this be a disease ?
As each strand of my dark hair refashioning into grey
Could this be an aliment?
My dimples renovating to wrinkles
My skin losing his smoothness
Could this be amnesia?
My brain on strike?
My memories are fading like sunshine at twilight
Climbing the hill age
Full of struggles like a
Tapper climbing a palm tree
Climbing the hill
To join the ancestors
Climbing the hill to
Begin the journey to the another phase!
Balogun David {drunk poet}
© 2017

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