To Grow Old
To grow old is not
a vain thing to do,
to be young again is
not to be.
Life drifts by as
a blink of an eye
or as a shadow
passing over our heads.
Someday we will look
at our last sunset, when
we close our eyes
in death.
Wasted chances, dreams
faded away, never to
come to past,
will be forever gone.
Dreams can come to
you still, as long as
there is breathe
in your old body.
wrote 11-11-08
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