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Uncle Steve Mr Larry and Me

2:04 AM  23 sept. 2014

Big and tall strong as an ox
Now dead and gone and buried in a box

Big men these were who traveled the world
Worked hard for their pay and was proud when the flag unfurled

Like rocks they were in strength and mind
Won their battles except with time

Their bodies grew old as the years went by
Glasses replaced the glint in their eyes

They searched and found the answers in life
And grew to weak to fight the fight

From dust the body came to dust it returns
In heaven we live or in hell we burn

I now understand this struggle of old men
Longing to do what they no longer can

Feeling the youth drain out of the bones
Watching old friends die leaving them all alone

I dreamed of these three and awoke in tears
Thinking back on what feels like wasted years

We try to live and capture it all
Running working fighting feeling tall

Then we are old and can't do it all
And have to slow down and feel so small

That is the lesson of loving this life
It is a struggle of chaos and of strife

Our true life as soul is what we forget
We mold to our body thinking its all that we get

But Christ came and told us that we can live on
Full of light and standing tall and strong
 
Remember we are not this aging body you see
We are young souls living within these old trees

One day our bodies will die and they will fall
Then we will be free and with the Father of all

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