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Timelessly
We play fools with this life. We all take turns. No one gets through their life without being burnt.
Quick step or Waltz your dance maybe or even a Jive. But get taken out at the knee and be sidelined for life.
Confidence lives in your heart until the grey hairs come out. Caution then constantly, living life watching out.
That old young person you used to know, you used to be. Imagine what they’d say about you now if you met timelessly.
We all age like fine wines. We all store wisdom of life. But it ain’t bad getting old, no more being scared of the nights.
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A Yorkshire Poet
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