I once took things in my stride, not now
I walk with less enthusiasm, strolling somehow
My dogs walk behind me, they used to run ahead
And all the world looks bigger, as I climb out of my bed
Trials and tribulations are beating a retreat
And all the strides I took before, now hurt my aching feet
But still I walk through every day, aware I feel less strong
And as I stroll along life's highway, I'm just where I belong
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