As my hands grow older
So do the stars
But they’ve been here for millions of years
Searching for their counterparts
And I’ve only walked this earth
25 rotations around the sun
25 more and I’ll be gone
Leaving behind a revolution
As my hair grows longer
So do the days
With summer approaching and the marigolds soaking
In the sun we’ve all learned to praise
And I’ve only braced that light
25 terms in my life
25 more and I’ll be gone
Leaving a trail of gratitude behind
As my feet grow colder
So does my heart
But it’s been aflame longer than proclaimed
So I’ll take all of what I part
And I’ve only lived with this heart
25 winter courses
25 more and I’ll be gone
Leaving this earth with no remorse
Yes I will leave this earth with no remorse.
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