It seems as I get older, I spend more time in the past.Reliving decisions that I made, Even after the die had been cast.Taking a trip out to the graveyard, Walking from stone to stone.Reading the names inscribed there, The names of people I've known.I know that my time gets shorter, And shorter with each passing day.One day, a silent gray gravestone, Will mark...
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