Gracefully I age
\nOn the banks of a dried river
\nWhen forgotten promises don’t come to haunt,
\nTransgressed fences don’t
\nArgue,
\nThey merely
\nSubmit
\nNonchalantly,
\nThe responsibility follows
\nBut never enough
\nThe creeper can not replace the trunk of a tree
\nThe branches can perhaps bear
\nThe load of my dream tree house
\nBut when I descend from there
\nOn the ground
\nWill I be able to persuade
\nThe worker ants to make a nice strong mound
\nFor me
\nCool inside
\nNo matter even if the fire rages
\nOutside<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Gracefully I age On the banks of a dried river When forgotten promises don’t come to haunt, Transgressed fences don’t Argue, They merely Submit Nonchalantly, The responsibility follows But never enough The creeper can not replace the trunk of a tree The branches can perhaps bear The load of my dream tree house But when … <\/p>\n