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WarriorCarryingWater
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The human race is a chase, the prey is our dreams.

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When did we get old?

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My future was once so bright 

Even at night

I used to wear shades

Those green pastures flooded fast and became everglades

Used to party and BS

Now it’s all just work and stress

Sounding like my old man yelling, y’all clean up this mess!

And why are all these lights on, if I knew or had to guess...

Time’s the thief who robbed me of my success

Less money and hair in my middle age

Passion and ambition replaced with pessimism and rage

Work, bills, taxes, and emails

Thinking back to my youth at beach collecting seashells 

And building castles in the sand

I didn’t really understand

How life was like that tide relentlessly crashing in

Knocking down hopes and dreams time and again

Me thinking somehow that I could win

When did we get old?

Used to believe that the sky was the limit

Now all I see are the cons and gimmicks

Right and wrong, left or right, decisions and consequences 

When the deck is stacked, you lose and wonder what’s the difference

Glasses half full or empty?

But the measurements are identical, don’t tempt me

Semantics, ideas and dreams implanted

Unfulfilled when I shot for the stars and then landed

Right back where I started

Winkles and gray hair, so I no longer get carded

The youth get pitty rather than envy

Whenever I reminisce, my antidotes are way too lengthy

Suddenly woke up in the distance future

Eating a grand slam 3:30pm in a stupor 

Redeeming senior citizen discounts life comes at you fast

Youth is fleeting, this bears repeating son, enjoy it while it lasts!

Youth is fleeting, this bears repeating son, enjoy it while it lasts!

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mlowe5 says:

Beautiful flow of the awareness that as time waxes, youth wanes and we become not as old as we use to be. No longer are we the wave splashing the shore; we are now the shore as I saw my first sunshine laying there in 1942! Great write! Thanks for the share, nosajm. Peace and Love, mlowe5.

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