I’m getting up in years now,
But I’ve been a very lucky man.
I’ve had some wonderous, joyous times,
And that’s what counts.
I was so alive back in my younger days,
And it was something.
Gone now are the friends of my youth,
And while I have newer friends,
I still long for those times of long ago.
I shall never see such times again,
But I can smile at the memories.

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