If we think we are old
We will feel the hold
The lines painted on our skin
Telling us that's the sign
We have a certain fixed time years
Along the way depends on our food intake
As long as we recognize it
Born. Live. Die and that's the story
Within the active years
Save some for the rainy days
But don't let the mind detour
Stay positive value the years
Declutter the mind
Don't let it cry
We know our times
So go out smoke life
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