Days pass by thousands
they topple in great ranks
knocked down like ninepins
faced off with tanks
turn another, turn another
turn another page
by the time 8 thousand more pass
I'll be near old age
astonishing to think of
yet too it seems far to close
admit the thought is morbid
admit I grow morose
trying just to hold on
and make the moment pay
knowing nothing in the world
can happen ever but today
what
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