An age like dawn for all of us when we are all infants in a rock
Nothing to worry as helpless babes while the ticking of the clock
Nothing much to remember in our memory of early age
But only sweet voices of our protector nurturing us as our sage
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Deep thoughts, getting older, life's great question....Where do I go now? The meter and rhyme flow nicely.
sighhhhhhhhhh thought provoking....i dont want to grow old