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Tired of Old Age Age tells on me, I'm no longer The person I used to be 'Cause ailments beset me. I love life, but it doesn't reciprocate. Instead, it assails me, Won't let me be. I'm tired of aches and pains, Of tossing and turnig, In my bed at night. I want an end of this plight. I'm tired of doctors, meds and such, Old age may be a part of life, But, I could do without the Burden and strife.
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