Fingers ache and feet are so numb
The cold has cut me to the bone
Age doesn't treat me very well
To tell the truth I feel like hell
I've crossed bridge of no turning back
Shadows age, makes memory lack
Those days of recalling things have gone
My brain sadly has been outshone
Water under bridge gone for me
My sculpted figure at streams edge
Fount of knowledge passes me by
Try to think of would but they deny
Soon my body will be cinders
My friends have grace to say farewell
Framed pictures say who I was
I can't see them that is because...
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