Waking at two score and ten
I groan and curse the creaking
I should have more respect it seems
Its to old age I'm speaking.
He creeps upon me night and day
and beats me when I'm sleeping.
I feel him in my bones and teeth
He blurs my lucid peeping.
No turning back its all ahead
no pain no dread no sorrow
Through time and tide I must ride
To age one more tomorrow.
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