Year after year, we increase in age
None of us can, sadly, alter this pace
Direction of the pace, however, we can control
Same old route or a place out of our patrol.
Year after year, we can only move forward
None of us can in reverse step walk
Way of travel, however, is under our control
Journey with vigor or we may just stroll.
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