New month is coming
but I woudn't expect more
than just another old month,
well exactly it is.
Every month brings
another life to live,
but not every month
brings life to cherish.
Just like an old man
waiting to get gone,
only knows how to breathe
till the very last breath.
Here I'm sitting,
waiting for the month
to carry me away,
away from home.
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