In Quietude

In Quietude

Age has caught on me child
What are they talking about?
Sorry, I can’t hear them well.

Not to worry, dear father
Empty, meaningless words
False promises of hope

Untouched in your quietude
Let not these words affect you
You have seen better days.

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