Years pass by before my eyes.
I am not ready to say goodbye.

I have lived a hundred times.
I still believe that I am fine.

I think about life’s unknowns
and other ways to find my home.

I start to think about the past
to only realize that I won’t last.

My face reveals a winded tale
and shows eyes that I am frail.

Years pass by with many generations
as the youth grows to be a nation.

As I pass through life I pass on genes,
so I can create a generation’s dream.

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