Now time has wreaked its havoc on your youth

and spun its wrinkled web upon your face,

can you stand tall and face the bitter truth

of how you’ve run and won or lost the race?

What legacy shall stand for all those years;

what deeds and memories will you bequeath

to kith and kin that call themselves your peers,

who stand around the grave you lie beneath?

Will there...

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