She looks young and pretty
She's thirty
I look at my own
Through the glass of my soul
I feel old
And angry
I look at their faces
And I seem to think
I am young
But footsteps behind me
Are reminders of my age
Remind me
I am old
Remind me
This life is a bridge
To the next
Remind me
This life is temporary
Remind me
To correct myself
Remind me
To think
Remind me
To be gentle
Remind me
To be merciful
Remind me
To remember Allah
Remind me
Of His wrath
Remind me
Of His forgiveness
Remind me
To slow down
Sigh
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