Made of flesh and bone
Getting young, growing old
Amidst the mountains, high and low
In this river of Life, I row
Tides of hope block my flow
Winds whisper,
“I told you so”
Guided by wisdom
Taking the path so old,
Seeking courage in this world
So cold
I step into this land of gold
As the river reflects the dreams
I sold
To the fate that had me controlled
Awaiting the future,
Here stands my soul.
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Getting young growing old…💛
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Wonderful lines!
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Thank you.
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