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Memento

August 15, 2016 ~ G. Paul Randall

deceased

when old age comes
he’ll dim your sight
and sap your legs
of all their might

bones get brittle
you slip and fall
you break your hip
and that’s not all

when old age leaves
he’s done with you
now old man death
extracts his due

you cling to life
draw precious breath
your final words
look, here comes death

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