See how quickly the world can wear you down?
Fifty-three and all my edges are gone,
A pebble on the beach that's all ground down
A shadow where my sunny youth once shone.
I've tried to hold the waters back but no
The tide will never turn for me alone
I'm buffeted and dragged both to and fro
And worn away like any other stone.
I'm sad, and yet I simply must accept
That this is what all life is like on earth
And I must try and wake where once I slept
And try to do the things that give life worth.
So, day to day I try to be on guard
For these depressing thoughts that make life hard.
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