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Quite some time ago, in a land not far away,
we were young and strong and perhaps a little brave.
Been a quarter century since we were youngsters;
time kept marching on and slowly childhood conquered.

Boat we ride upon in mad torrent, wet and wild,
time flowing around us, sweet youth slowly defiled.
Rage against the waves that slam us into briny sea;
force that we are fighting still drives us to our knees.

Not question of if but rather question of when
shall time weigh us down and turn our bodies to prisons?
Grasping for a lifeline with old arthritic hands
is the common fate for desperate aged men.

Vision of our fathers, who were once proud and strong,
slowly time enfeebled and drove six feet underground.
Sunken eyes in gaunt face that stare from their deathbeds
are constant reminder of future days ahead.

Capacities reduced with our advancing years
can bring far too close image of our primal fears.
Choice that we must make as weight of our years increase:
Forever war with time or with fate come to peace?

Life’s river turns and twists as in it we do ride
we can’t dictate its course and rise and fall with its tide.
River that is life with its beginning and its end
is greatest Earthly gift, bask in it as it wends.

How long is the river and how fast will she flow?
are questions we all ask and mysteries nobody knows.
Hope that the river that you are adrift upon
rings often with laughter and fills your heart with song.

Quite some time ago, in a land not far away,
we were young and strong and perhaps a little brave.
Been a quarter century since we were youngsters;
time kept marching on and slowly childhood conquered.

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