lines on my face grey in my hair
forgetting more than i recall
i'm still not sure i will be
we live each day in clouds
pausing not to remember
how far how long the journey is
the account someday to render
inside i'm not as far along
with more behind than to come
if not for these failing bones
that tell the story of all i've done
fears and hopes failures too
the years bring these and more
to run to rest to soldier on
with eyes on what's in store
becoming me success eludes
as lonely grows the way
it matters not if i get there soon
but i must arrive today
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