I stretch my old veiny hands
And hear the cracks in my bones
I am dying
Slowly and steadily but so surely
I am fading away
Like sand in an hourglass
Every breath I taken in
And each moment the passes
A little of my time slips away
I am not the limber young man I was before
And my eyesight is going word by word
But this does not put my in foul spirits
My hair may be thinning and graying
And my hearing not as keen as yesterday
I am breaking down in my own ways
But I've still got today
My mind is riper than as a young boy
And my memories have yet to decay
My old heart still as it should
And I've got someone to love
My frail boney finger may crack sometimes
And my legs may in some pain be
And I in my older years am dying
But there's still some living left for me
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