The Bullet Train

My life seems like “The Bullet Train”, it sped by so very fast;
One moment I was a young man, the next, it most had passed!
Where did all the years go, just yesterday I was a teen;
Cramming for my finals, and enjoying the dating scene!
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I worried not about the future, I partied every day;
Not realizing, what it held for me, to be old with hair turned grey!
I still feel like a youngster, trapped in the body of an old man;
Dreaming that I am young again, and not all those years had spanned!
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The tears flow almost daily, as I pine for my lost youth;
But I keep them all inside of me, hiding the saddened truth!
I am smiling on the outside, but my Soul cannot refrain;
From wishing I’d taken “The Local”, instead of “The Bullet Train”!
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Life passed quickly
I ran instead of walked
Oh to have youth back