The old

To take advantage of time he started to think for a while and so he climbed step by step each of the steps that make up the inclined and very long staircases of his years.

When the penultimate step was able to achieve,
all sweaty and tired,
bending his weak knees
in it he remained seated.

From that height reached
and his steady thought,
taking paper and pencil
He wrote letters to his children.

If you read this letter some day,
written with a lot of love and affection
try to remember,
Your beautiful years of children.

This never happened the old man alone and sad, the last step of his ladder reached.

From there he continued writing
without anger and without grudges
to his three beautiful loves.

And in this way he said, Children, my dear children! when I join in deep sleep do not get sad do not cry with the work done I'm leaving quietly of this world.

The old man fell silent,
the pencil of his hands escaped,
bending his neck over the letter he wrote
happily he fell asleep.

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I'm excited about this stage of writing poems!

Good vibes for everyone. I would love to know your opinion and know a little more about you. Dear, We will see you soon, invisible friends. With love @angelica7

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