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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Philosophy · #1998720
We are getting old, some of us are already old. Does it matter?
I look back at the life I've lived
And the things I've left undone
The shattered dreams, the broken hearts,
Loves lost, which I might have won.

Yet I sleep at peace in my old age,
No matter what went before,
Time and tide lessen the pain
Which was so sharp before.

Fate decreed what I should win,
And also what I would lose,
And opportunity came often with
Goals from which to choose.

My choices were mostly wrong ones,
But I was guided all the way
Fate decided I'd be moving on,
To right where I am today.

I whine 'bout the heat, and cold,
Yet I'm still here enjoying life,
While others don't have that luxury,
Their lives are battered by strife.

I look back on where I came from,
The joys, the pain, the fears,
I'm grateful for the life I've lived
For a good many kindly years.
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