Our fading youth again
Not even that middle aged youth
Of when first we met
We might be blessed, unable to forget
The passing of time
Maybe then take our pleasure
Repeating the rhymes
It isn't forever
Whatever they say
Don’t ever consider
You may never decline
We fight, get stressed, trying
To find our love sublime
Leaving the well kept treasures
For those following on behind
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