As age creeps up on us all every year
I try not to worry and try not fear
But I’ve been thinking so much lately
of what I’ll be doing and who I will be
For life - it seems to go so fast
my youth is gone - its all in the past
What future is mine - what is to be told
when gravity tells me that I am too old!
I look in the mirror and who do I see
the face staring back - is that really me?
My eyes look tired - my hair’s turning grey
I’m getting older every single day.
I could easily dwell on going past my prime
but it would be wasting whats left of my precious time
So rather than worry - I’ll try to think clear
Plan for the future - while I’m still here
Now I’m thinking about what I’d like to do
The places to visit and the people too
My family and friends - all my loved ones around
All the joy and happiness that I’ve found!
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