#POETRY CHALLENGE

Shirt of ages tune
Hung in the hands of aged
Its spirit and wisdom
Waves low
In the ears of new season
Who see it as dark spirit

By embracing the new melody
Shaking their butt as gift
of welcomed embrace
Bye bye says their heart
To the melodies of ages

In their eyes
Ages are for aged
Season as changed
So, they believe in turning

Carried away by the sweetness of new season
Blindly they walk
Into the trap of time
Hardness becomes the sound
Of their beloved seasoning drum

(The soft spirit of ages, is not because they are uncivilized. But because they uncivilized civilization)

By TEEGAR 🐯