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
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