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I see myself in the glow

Sparkling in the fading sun

Those days were kinder

When I was a grandson

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Rewinding the clock

Life was a sprint

Time, all uphill

Resisting an imprint

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Memories are time-stamped

There are no retakes

The brain spins like a carousel

Searching for the brakes

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Dreams have a sell-by date

Dry from inattention

Throwing-off a musty scent

The smell of introspection

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This man, now a grandpa

Aching joints, a slow gait

The mind skipping a beat

As the twilight bares its weight

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Life comes with an epilogue

Managing the clock, ticking down

Take the shot, take the ride

That’s a smile, not a frown