The grip of the constrictor
slowly takes a hold to squeeze
all the life out of them
You can hear their bones crack
as they begin to lose all
the motion they once had as a youth
Their life is now filled with decay
The youth cringe at the sight of this
looking into the crystal ball of their future
The family turns into a rain of sadness
that clouds their mind with this storm
of the realization of the elders changing hands
They are not yet ready to be declared the elders
nor are they as mentally strong as the current ones
I do not want to see you go but it is a part of life's cycle
Cokbod Lodwogo
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