I count the years
I have - to live…
They count the days
They have - to live…
I'm young,
They're old
Life has a lot
In store for me
Their storage space
Is less…
For me, life goes fast…
For them, life went fast.
How they wish
Life was slow -
And they wouldn't
Have to go…
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