Fears of Years
So here I am at seventy five
Breathing well and still alive
Do wish I'd put away some stash
Life is better with more cash
Yet now with each and every day
Someone else has passed away
So even with their saved up dough
There's no place now for them to go
The plans that all these others made
Very quickly starts to fade
So just be thankful for your days
And use them in the best of ways
For no one ever really knows
When their days on earth will close
Just drop envy; let greed go
Try to keep your life in tow
Let others count their neighbors bucks
A waste of time that really sucks
Just be glad you've got your life
Accept some problems and the strife
Never think things can't get worse
You could be lying in a hearse
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