The Sobbing Septuagenarian

I am feeling rather old today, and wishing I was young;
When life’s musicians played for me, so many songs that would be sung!
I had dreams about the future, traveled in lanes so very fast;
But now, I move like a snail, and weep for what has passed!
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Each day seems dark and dreary, an onus to survive;
I am in a steady stupor, more dead, than I’m alive!
My teardrops fall so often, the laughter so far gone;
Life seems to have passed me by, so difficult to go on!
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I have tried to fight the adversities, hurled in my path;
But each day, I grow weaker, unable to overcome their wrath!
I think I need a miracle, to save me from my fate;
But it had better happen quickly, before it is too late!
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                   My future looks bleak
            The sadness overwhelms me
                     Tears ever falling