I was so much older then
I didn’t have a clue,
what was so important
and what it meant to you,
I’ve gotten younger in my age
I have my pot of gold,
before I turn another page
my story must be told,
The spark has long extinguished
my spirit feels the breeze
the heart remembers yesterday
and the chill of winter’s freeze,
Fallen friends still smile
the songs play in my head,
I’ll linger just a while
till everything’s been said,
Nothing more for me to do
once everything’s been read.
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