Gerontic
Death is listening
Life teaches us
There is nothing romantic about poverty
Poverty of the mind,
Poverty of the soul,
Poverty of the heart,
Experience shows us
That Happiness is a gift hard won,
That Laughter can make grown Men cry,
That a smile Makes bad days bearable.
Wisdom teaches us
That grief lives in quiet moments,
Those deepest wounds whisper Truths,
Trembling Truths only bruised hearts will feel,
Truths only kindred spirits will hear.
That death is listening
monsters will come for us all.
"Learn to Fear the anger of a gentle man
For The beast in him has lived with pain"
{Gerontic Of or relating to the last phase of life
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