Our Ageless Irony

Our Ageless Irony
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The Days Turn

We Try To Find

Days Continue

The Toll To Spine


Weak We Feel

The Days Vanished

Time Escaped

The Tortured Gashes


Mental Anguish

Now Rivals So

The Physical Afflictions

Head To Head, Row


Turn We Look

Have We Notice

They Come In Busses

Bring Us Closer


The Same Gangs

The Same Colors

Segregated Elderly

To One Another


Why Did We Spend?

So Much Lost

To Desegregate

In The End Not