While all around me
Time proceeds
My body slows with age
Metred along well
Trodden ways
Of love for man and child-my-deeds
Set, recorded: black
Ink, white pages
My heart reflects more youthful days
Of innocence and playful glee
A life unfolds- infinity
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Nice. Exactly how I feel with encroaching age and illness.