PROGRESS

When we grow old,
we tend to forget much details about our past
the tiny part of our shadow that remains in our brains
always does so forever
maybe it's because they give us a lot to remember
it might be those individuals whose opinions matter in our lives
not minding there state: either dead or alive
it could be love, first love
engraved on the backside of our heads
all these are a part of who we are;
the past, the present and the future.
And the older we grow,
the more we begin to realize that we have to let go of some ways or cultures
even things that are so dear to us; like a lover perhaps
not because we have to, but because we call it progress
we come across a new world every break of dawn
lets adapt ourselves to it.
and when that time comes for the world to let you go,
you will be proud to utter 
"I have accounted to every minute that I have lived" 



#joker

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