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Eighty Isn't Bad

When I am 80 and wrinkled and gray
I'll be just the same as I am today
I will sing and be happy that I'm still here
My days will still be filled with cheer.

I may limp a little, and squint to see
Inside I'm still the same old me
I'll be happy to see you as always, my friends,
Because people like you are true to the end.

Each year as I age, I understand well
That I don't know much, as you can tell
I thought once in my life I was smart
I know less each year, I know in my heart.

If I am allowed to live a lot more
I hope I will know what I knew once before
Cause I really thought I knew a lot
But alas, my memory now is shot.

I truly hope as I go along
I'll continue to search to be young and strong
And I hope when I leave, you'll remember me
As one who loved life, with a spirit free.

I never thought I'd get this old
I'm surprised as I can be
I think I'll be more positive
And live to be 103.

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