skin sags with the weight of the years

shoulders slump from a life full of fears

cigarette burning to calm the brain

bandaged face a reminder of pain

hair taken by a life of stress

a decrepit but dangerous mess

not long from the grave in sight

wasting time driving to the night

This poem is about: 
Our world


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