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White hair Is falling Old age is Calling Soon death Will be there For the final Hauling.... Suffering Is appalling To be on the Bed, lolling... Cringing and Bawling.... Not being Able to speak More or less Drawling.... It's all very Galling.... Not being Able to go For another Overhauling Unable to Read or write Merely scribbling Or scrawling.... Being confined To bed and Helplessly Sprawling, Going through The mauling And spalling Of illness and Disease.... Somehow Recalling those Enthralling days Of movies and Malling even During those Days of thunder And squalling Freedom lost Friendships Forgotten.... Being avoidant And evasive, Quite reclusive Now are the Days of silent Stonewalling There is no Way of Forestalling Of what is Befalling.... For remedies And prognosis One keeps Trawling.... When it comes To health, there's No mothballing Through this Ageing process It starts sliding and Snowballing, rapidly Going downhill till death Dictates its final stalling.