The first hundred years are the hardest
expect to ease up a little bit after
known to many sad and down-hearted
too much digging and too little laughter
Every day I vow to do a little better
now and then I actually do
I never would have done half as well
a quarter, a tenth, without you
nobody knows the number they get
some get handed a ballpark
they all look like a hundred from far enough out
and that one solid fact is so true, so stark
these first hundred they sure are trying
I sure get tired some days
but I never stop wanting to get a little farther
and I guess that is enough in some ways
what
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