Old Man

You've fought your battles
Died a thousand times
A shadow of your youth
A machine with no rhythm or rhyme
Your flesh has aged
Your will is tested
all hope seems gone
Yet you prevail
And walk far off
into the setting sun
Old Man

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Noetic-fret!

Sat 26th Dec 2009 16:23

Ridge, this could be me, but wouldnae walk off if i was leaving someone precious behind. You are a star. Fantastic work.

Michael

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