The energy stockpile
You once had
Holding in your hands
Now you are wishing
For some of that!
Just to walk across the floor
Your energy level
Used to be
So very high!
Nothing ever
Seem to slow you down
Your tank
Always seem to be
So full!
Now as you stand back
And watch them
Much younger than you
You wonder where
That stockpile of energy you had went
A stockpile so much
Yet to be used up!
It now belongs to them
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