Is this an anaphora or an epistrophe? Not sure.
As I get older And as I amble and imbibe The wafting of the aroma of roses And as I get older I still rock (just not in a chair) And I roll with the lingo Of the younger generation I think things are sick I try not to throw shade I think somethings are fire I am stupidly blessed (and I say in my Hampton Orphanage drawl) One hundred percent As I get older I find (as Ben Franklin confessed) That the God of Heaven Governs the affairs of mankind The good, the bad and the ugly And as I get older (I said older not old) I am a work in progress According to the Lord And as I head to The autumn of my life (The words of my Army buddy And amateur sage Jack Echo in my mind) "People say I am in my own little world, That's ok, at least everyone knows me there."
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