Where Once
I used to run on overdrive,
My energy unflagging;
But now, no matter how I strive,
Before the night, I’m dragging.
Where once I partied with the best
And did my share of drinking,
More often now I need a rest,
My “low on fuel” light blinking.
My younger days were filled with zeal
And Sousa-like parading;
Yet now, a nap holds more appeal…
My former self is fading.
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