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Created on: May 30, 2009
Time moves as an ocean gently drowning us to the bottom.
What are we to do but make the best of this lonely abyss?
Adults know and children grow.
Change brings the pain that changes lives.
But with change comes wisdom.
I know not how it feels for a mother to see her baby become a man.
I know not what it is like to see an innocent child become a criminal.
We all change as we move through time.
We all have seen someone become something they were not.
I do not wish to change for I fear it but I must accept that it is nature.
Our skin shall wrinkle and our life will become stories.
It is inevitable to change just as it is inevitable that we will hurt.
But we must adapt in the ocean of time to survive until the day comes when we
gently fall away and become history.
Yes, change is inevitable.
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trying to sing a happy song
wondering where time went wrong
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In fifty years we will be nothing more than a mass of wrinkled weathered skin and fragile bones
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I gaze at my bathroom mirror,
And looking back at me,
Are the telltale signs of wrinkles,
And gray hair their company.
My knees
COULD IT BE I’M GETTING OLD
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We’ll all grow old some day
unless, of course,
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I will love you until the end
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