Surviving Age
Today I Looked into the Mirror
And Saw New Lines upon My Face.
One Thing I'd like to Do,
Is Grow Old with a Little Grace.
The Signs of Aging Are Subtle,
But I See Them Every Day,
Slowly Taking over
And I'm Sure They're Here to Stay.
The Outward Appearance May Change,
But I'll Stay the Same Inside.
As Long as I Live and Breathe,
Youth Inside Will Abide.
So Let the Body Age.
It Will Grow Old and Die.
It's the Spirit and Soul, You See
That Forever Will Survive.
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