GRADUALLY
*Gradually...*
Gradually...
we become old,
our hearts get cold,
weakness shines bold
then we do as we are told.
Gradually...
we terminate haste,
disseminate waste,
incriminate taste
and eliminate chaste.
Gradually...
we stop evolving,
distaste loving,
start dissolving
and hate moving.
Gradually...
our arrows are guns,
we borrow for fun;
sorrow for the sun
while our tomorrow runs.
Gradually...
our day becomes night,
our wrong becomes right
then we long to fight
as what we say is blight.
Gradually...
we stop shinning,
we start whining,
stop winning
and start declining.
Gradually...
we are deafened to cries,
drawn to christened lies
while goodness dies
as we rave in 'time flies'.
Gradually...
everything becomes nothing,
anything becomes something,
stolen things the main things
as flings rest in our being.
Gradually...
we live causally,
thrive hourly
and die finally...
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