Being sensitive,
to the changing times,
feeling the pressures,
of things in decline,
feeling sorry, we do worry,
carrying burdens, hard to bury,
we lose peace of mind.
Being sensitive,
to trial and tribulations,
weathering the problems,
dampening our sensations,
and we find, difficult to confide,
of getting supports, for the climb,
so we evade, averting situations.
Being sensitive,
we confined to our rooms,
building walls, escape the gloom,
yet, we would miss opportunities,
have experiences, perform duties,
building valuable connections,
to live a life of fulfillment.
Being sensitive,
it might leave regrets,
when years were lost,
hiding in our closets,
and we are left behind,
watching them rise,
completing milestones...
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