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We are old, friend
Too old to last much longer
Rusted and bitter
We stare our cynical stares at the world
And we make no difference
We gave it our best shot
Years of blowing every opportunity
Wasting every god-given gift
Oh well,
There's always next time
We relinquish our hold on our world
Give in to the rushing, undesirable change
Past the point of keeping up
No, we're much wiser now
Wise enough to know when to call it quits
All the energy of the youth
Is wasted on the youth
What we would do for some of that old energy, huh
Resigned to watching birds like people and people like birds
From a comfortable park bench by the sea
At least it's a beautiful day to be alive
- by fightoffyourdemons101 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/31/2011 |
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