My soul is weary, worn and tired
so far beyond my years
one day gone and then the next
before I’ve even stopped to rest
and soon the time is gone.
The feeling fades from blue to grey
and summertime is spent
while I sigh and while I try
to pay off my youthful debts
and still I work and toil and grieve
and try to make things go
even though, looking back,
I could have told me so.
I feel like I’ve begun to fade,
flowers ducking into hibernation
before winter’s cold embrace
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