By Jack Hooper

As years roll by, into old age,
we help our friends, turn the page.

As we grow old, loved ones do too,
We try to help, but there’s little we can do.

Understanding life cycle, is a pain in the neck
Constantly reminded, that we might be next

And we’ll leave all we worked for,
to a fool, like the one before.

It’s not that our luck has changed, or run out.
It’s that our DNA is programmed, to end here, or about.

So hold your lover, while we can,
we won’t recover, and be young again.

The best we can hope for, is the Lord heard when
we cried,
And we’ll all be together again, on the other side

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