THE WEIGHT OF YEARS

3 days ago

Hi guys,
how are you doing today

Today I’ll be sharing with you another one of my personal painting which explores the theme of african old age and it’s added struggles and trials of thier life journey

——————— THE WEIGHT OF YEARS ———————

‎The years rest heavy upon my frame,
‎A whisper of time, yet never the same.
‎Once I danced where the wild winds blew,
‎Now I walk where the flowers grew.
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‎My hands, once steady, now gently shake,
‎Tracing the lines that the past did make.
‎Each wrinkle a story, each scar a mark,
‎Memories burning like embers in the dark.
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‎The voices fade, the faces blur,
‎The world moves fast in a nameless blur.
‎I speak, yet silence fills the air,
‎For youth has no time for the tales I bear.
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‎The body bends, the bones protest,
‎The heart beats slow in a weary chest.
‎Yet in my soul, the fire remains,
‎Flickering bright through aches and pains.
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‎For though the burden of age is deep,
‎It holds the dreams I dare to keep.
‎And when my steps grow faint and few,
‎I’ll leave behind the love I knew.