Born To Die
it's hard to believe
that baby was me
some fifty years ago
i was that small
and now i'm tall
early days long forgotten
it's hard to see
that little boy was me
some forty years ago
ten years old
and didn't know
where i was or where i was going
it's hard to concieve
the things i believed
some thirty years ago
was i a man
without a plan
or a notion how to know
it's hard to leave
what we once believed
as real life takes it's hold
some twenty years ago
all that glittered wasn't gold
and reaching out for something to hold
it's hard to see
that ten years ago
some ten years ago
that i was already forty
in many cases i was the authority
the duty that comes with seniority
it's hard to believe
this fifty is me
still robust as health as can be
looking forward if i contunue to be
i'll grow old turned elderly
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