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These bones and muscles which were once strong

Are now chilled by the cold as I grow old,

Just like the fresh green leaves on a tree

That during the autumn season goes brittle,

And the mind is not always as it was

The angst and passion is not always there,

As we get older it’s not that we don’t care,

It’s just that we are ground down and have seen it all before

Like watching the waves roll in and out upon the shore,

Very little changes and that’s for sure

So what’s the point in getting angry or anxious,

The end result is all the same, things carry on the same way

As we get older we get weary, but we struggle every day,

Just living life in our best way,

Envying the youth, for their vitality and their vigor

Remembering back to our golden years,

When we were the ones, living without fear,

But now the sands of time flow faster

And the sands of our times are running out,

But what can we do, except live a life that we choose

And be kind to ourselves and those around us,

And share the love and wisdom that we have found

Before the light, finally burns out, and we’re gone

But hopefully our legacies will continue on,

No longer here, but not forgotten, by those we love,

In them our spirits will live forever.