Poem on mortality, cannot find it again 😢?
Years ago I watched a video of spoken word poem with pictures in the background. It beautifully depicted why as we grow older and no longer see the wonder in the world that then it is time for us to leave it for the young. It mentioned being amazed by the imperfections in the wood flooring, or something like that. It was beautiful and stuck with me over the years. Does anybody know the name of this piece of work?
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