New Years Ballad
Centuries old trees are common
But centenarians on
The street are a rare sight indeed,
As rare as it could be.
For hours slip and days melt away,
And as youthful spring fades,
Silver strands race to O’ertake.
Faces once gleaming with dreams
Become creased and weary,
So cherish each fleeting moment
To do good and repent!
Swap the temporal for the true,
For an Eden of your own!
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