The days grow colder
Months seem like days
Suddenly you’re older
“Yet another castaway”
Life gave you great wisdom
The young refuse to hear
They’re too busy having fun
“Leave us alone” they sneer
The days grow short
Health begins to fail
Gone is life’s support
Blue skies grow pale
Your weary soul phones Grim Reaper
Death delayed? ? ?
‘Ole Reap” forgot turn on his beeper
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