Age just a state of mind
At least that’s what I find
Age it does not belie
It’s not something you can hide
Whereas showing how you you feel relies
On others having to look deeper to find
It dwelling within my heart and soul
I always laugh about being old
To me this is the strangest thing
Because my heart sings with young feelings
And on my grave I will be dancing
So go mourning when I dies
Don’t feel sad or even cry because although the physical me may end
My conscious being will live on forever through a thousand lifetimes.
fauxcroft 
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