leaves grow brown,
fall to the ground.
grass doeth wither,
and fade..
color is gone,
no light to see.
it is dismal here,
the sky overcast.
old feeble,
how long will I last,
hair gone to gray,
just like these last days
time takes its toll
hour glass a third full
when the sand is gone
so is this fool.
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