The old man we used to torment
back in the day
keeps dying in my memories
We pack of snotty brats
probably hastened his demise
with our relentless attacks
How I wish I could go back
to offer my apologies
for every single cruelty
Today I am
the befuddled old man
A lame shell of former glory
Victimized by time
as yapping young hyenas
now take turns
devouring diminished me
with flesh ripping karma efficiency
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