Sneak up behind you
Like coming of age
The end of a page
The last word
Could croak like an old bird
One day like we all will
See the day we're over the hill
Bringing a new meaning to missing the pill
The mind wonders until it gets lost
Forgetfulness is just memories escaping
Getting lost
Nothing is truly lost
It just winds up
Somewhere else
Far beyond the recollection
Of our minds
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