When I was young, I never thought I would be old. I figured before 22 my body would be dead and cold.
I was young once, being old is something I never thought I’d feel. Now the trials of life are all to real.
In the mirror I still see that young man. I never thought his hair would be gray, but it is regardless of what I say.
I looks down at my fingers and palms, I never thought they’d live this long. Still the same as before, before the last 15 years gone.
Was I ever young I wonder? My mind is the same, though knowledge it’s gained. Still for joy, for mirth I hunger.
Where am I going? What is my wish? Where is my youth, when do I expire?
When I was young, I never thought I’d see myself old. I look in the mirror, but don’t recognize the image it holds.
Who is he? Where have I gone? This can’t be, my life ought not have been so long.
I look down and my hands. The wrinkles, and creases are that of a stranger. So I ask again, was I ever a young man?
When I was young, I never thought I would be old. I figured before 22 my body would be dead and cold.
I was young once, being old is something I never thought I’d feel. Now the trials of life are all to real.
In the mirror I still see that young man. I never thought his hair would be gray, but it is regardless of what I say.
I looks down at my fingers and palms, I never thought they’d live this long. Still the same as before, before the last 15 years gone.
Was I ever young I wonder? My mind is the same, though knowledge it’s gained. Still for joy, for mirth I hunger.
Where am I going? What is my wish? Where is my youth, when do I expire?
When I was young, I never thought I’d see myself old. I look in the mirror, but don’t recognize the image it holds.
Who is he? Where have I gone? This can’t be, my life ought not have been so long.
I look down and my hands. The wrinkles, and creases are that of a stranger. So I ask again, was I ever a young man?
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