OLD AGE IS LOSING POWERS AND PLEASURES
Old age is losing powers and pleasures
It is hanging on to what we have
Until we no longer have it
I can still walk
And I walk everyday
And I dread the day
I will not be able to walk
I have lost much already
But I can still walk
And I want to go on walking
Until the end
But whether that will be given me
I doubt.
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