youth ‘s ebbed
my health ‘s worn away
my skin ‘s wrinkled
my hair ‘s turned gray.
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My joints once sturdy
now quake and ache
my hands once steady
now noticeably shake .
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It’s been a long journey
Sprinkled with memories
Dim and bright
Daubed with deeds
Wrong and right
Dotted with sweet successes
and many foul failures.
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