Aging

Color, gives us a true clear one

Shape, puts me to my epileptic fit

Room, comfort his

I wait, I recite, I pray

He said I never smile

She says he will stay

I said he hides somewhere

They say he walks away

He said how egoist we were

Sand, have you lost my footstep print?

That’s the evident to my case

I soar, I search, I cry

Room, comfort his please,

For one weak hope I have