Not as Bad

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When you descent through,

Your age you’ll see,

Heavy blanket of sorrow,

Of knowing you can only control you.

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When you walk into,

The dusk you’ll see,

Your eyes adjusting to the darkness,

Of the cruelty of life and God.

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Then with enlarged pupils I see,

The stars above clearly,

A constellation of your name,

Suddenly life is not as bad.