We all grow up,
We all grow old.
We have stories to tell,
Until they're all told.
The places we've been,
The places we've gone.
The people we've met,
And the ones who pass on.
It goes by so fast,
You try to hold tight.
It slips through your fingers,
And slips out of sight.
So love while you can.
Remember, be kind!
And you'll always live on,
In tales left behind.
8/4/13 TLA
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