This Old Man
This world seen through an old man's eyes
Leathered skin both weathered and wise
With aching back and brittle bones
Still, unafraid of sticks and stones
Vision dims but memory's clear
Knowing full well the end is near
A victim of time, oh what a shame
Back to the dust from whence he came
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