Growing Older
The leaves, they turn their
rust and gold
& The Autumn cold sets in
I'll be turning the big 40
When October comes again
It's crazy to me that I've lived this long
and in another 10, it'll be half a century
I call myself an old man now,
But I'll REALLY be old then
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