Life is short and time goes fast
And
so, before you know it,
The
future waits to join the past –
At
least, if we don’t blow it.
It’s
hard to leap into a place
Where
different ways await us
And
we may struggle keeping pace
With
habits that may date us.
So
grow or stagnate, that’s the choice,
Though
change might make us queasy,
Yet
all our doubts should have a voice,
For
aging isn’t easy.
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