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This cannot be the end, There must be more in store, I cannot believe My life is complete, I’m still hungry for more. Merely Seventeen today, Can’t believe I feel this way. Life was once so bright to me, Not it just fades away… My dreams become fantasy, Mere liabilities, Get a job and earn the rent, Passion dies with paychecks spent. Thirty-five years old next week, I should be proud when I speak, But I just don’t feel that way Despite my wife and kids. I know I love them dear, They comfort me when near, But I see ever day ahead of me A churning, burning monotony. Fifty-five and I can play, Rock has always been my way. Critics once looked up to me, Now I’m ‘too old’ they say. But the notes still comes and flow, In rhythmic rock and roll. But they try and show me the door, Saying I’m a dinosaur. Ninety-five years old, Bones are feeling cold, In my mind things aren’t as sharp As they used to be. The memories grow dim, The passing days more grim. This all can’t be as it seems, I still pray it’s a bad dream. This cannot be the end, There must be more in store, I cannot believe My life is complete. I’m still hungry for more.
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