What made me young is now becoming old
What used to make me sprightly does decay
And bits of me do not do as they're told
And parts of me no longer wish to play.
What made me youthful, well, and nonchalant
What gave me strength in all I did pursue,
What imbued me with all the skill I'd want
Has now become a feature I once knew.
And everything about me slowly changed
As years rolled steady by without reprieve
And slowly all my cells they rearranged
Themselves into strange shapes I can't believe.
So time upon my body takes its toll
As everything I've done invades my soul.
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