One day you will be not
But a decrepit
Garnished with wrinkles
Furnished with crinkles
Deaf, as to be hollered
Blind, as to be shepherded
Handicapped, as to be loaded
Dilapidated, as to be annihilated
Disfigured, as to be overlooked
Destitute, as to be disenfranchised
Defeated, as to be despised
Bedridden, as to be disdained
Alone, as to be ousted
Be treated as
Doddering old hag
As a dogged drone,
Hell, your everlasting domicile
Loneliness your real treasure
Discrete
Deserted
Segregated and forsaken ever forever.
(mohammad)
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