This new year,
I'm sixty-nine years old,
All I can say to those who will hear,
Your life is quite precious, stay as young as you can,
Don't shirk away from your fellow man,
For every year once new,
Finds it's end.
My brain is now numb,
But sometimes it's not,
I've got to train hard,
Not to be such a snot.
My rhymes may suffer,
When flowers are sweet,
Lost in the fusion where,
Space and time meet.
Read between my words,
You just might find,
Some seeds of wisdom,
May grow from your mind.
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