My eyes often burn
My hands shake, but not too much
My back aches and is never settled
The body I once knew is fading away
My hair has long since begun to turn grey
You would think I'm old
Still in my prime and yet so far from what I desire
to be
Vibrant and happy
Fresh and unafraid
Strong and on top of the world.
Listen to me talk...
Watch my labored walk...
I sigh like I've seen and been through it all...
I have loved and lived enough for a hundred lifetimes...
I have learnt lessons and have the scars of all my burns...
If you didnt already know who I am,
You would think I'm old
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