Constant Friction

Every day, life grates off from the years

Eventually, curly shavings create a heap

Frequent tribulations become a fate

When a traveler is lost in contrary path

Life frictions with existence without knowledge

Feelings thin out and become ragged

Feeble steps along the cobbled path of oblivion

Till the day life lays in a heap

The curly shavings will be swept away by the wind

None will remember the constant frictions©

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