I am from afar.
Maybe, it might be so.
Three seasons passed and I am up in the air.
My world is ajar.
Maybe, it might be snow.
Winter is here and I am no longer there.
I am a jar.
Maybe, it might be woe.
It is cold and I am in disrepair.
Far below flair.
A human is like a jar. There are up and down. Once, young. Once, olden. In the end, all will fade away like a broken jar. No matter what, everyone is the same. Do not give up. Live for another day and you'll find a better future. Thus, concludes the end of a jar's journey in life.
About the Creator
Jeng Leng Lee
I'm a freelance writer/author with 3 years of experience. Last month (May of 2022), I started my website and am posting chapters of my 3rd book. I'm still learning a lof things.
For more information on my website, go to: oldjengnovel.com
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