Getting Older
Time ticks,
age sticks.
Forever growing,
never slowing.
Getting older,
feel it too,
oh youth, if you only knew!
Been there,
done that,
wrote the book.
It's there to see,
just take a look.
I've made my mark,
done my time.
Getting old is not a crime.
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