When you get old, you’d best get smart
And wise up really fast;
What you could do when you were young
Has slipped into the past.
No longer can you rush about
And, careless, seize the day.
Now, when you do too much, too quick,
Come morning, you will pay.
The thoughts of fading glory years
Can often bring despair;
The memories of brawn and...
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