The Bait

An old man has just arrived the town
feeling lost, feeling down
he stops for a while, rests on the ground
and sings of the pain that he has found

lines of age carves his face
the tired mind has lost its grace
worn out by time, eroded by fate
he awaits patiently for his final bait

bones crackle, as he tries to get up
thinks of the vigour that he has lost
swears at life, curses his luck
and falls down, with a painful drop

[All those sweet memories of life
come to him and he sees the light
then he gets up with all his might
and takes off, for a eternal flight]

the man had just arrived the town
feeling lost and feeling down
now he lies there on the ground
did he take, with him, the painful sound?
or did he leave it here echoing around?
once again to torture us
lost again, to be found!!

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