When you get "too old"
more steps behind
less steps ahead
Food for thought
is more than just
a piece of bread
Hair change color
like grass in the winter time
from any color
to perfectly white
future more dim
less bright
when you get "too old"
You have fewer freinds
more loneliness
because its true!
you need them
more than they need you
They love you like
a piece of furniture
in the room
like a dust pan
and a broom!
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