
Aged years come quick.
Just an earnest fact—
Just what will come of dear ‘ol me
When senescence attacks?
Before you really know it
You’ve wasted all your youth.
This motivates me every day
To search and seek the truth.
Failure is a feature it’s the
Only way to grow.
Failure is the only way
To know we need to know.
I’d really rather fade than age.
To simply disappear,
Seems a kinder way to go.
And not something to fear.
But oh, to have the wisdom that
Collected years provide.
Is wisdom wasted on the old?
Or age upon the wise?
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