Lament For Old Age
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Colin Ian Jeffery
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Where have all the days gone
Slipping away like rushing wind
Years fleeting as the months.
When I was young and easy
Days hardly seemed to pass me bye
Each minute slow and precious.
In old age time speeds up the day
Rushing us towards the final darkness
From where there is no return.
Lost forever golden days of youth
Now memories of kisses sweeter than wine
When lovers were in abundance.
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