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Everyone is afraid of the future For one reason or another The small fear growing The grown fear aging The aged fear aging no more. If only the young and old would talk, But they underestimate each other. They are closest to a different sort of nothing. One has everything to go, One has had everything they could The difference between broken down And still being built
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:05 PM UTC
Bookends of Life
Everyone is afraid of the future For one reason or another The small fear growing The grown fear aging The aged fear aging no more. If only the young and old would talk, But they underestimate each other. They are closest to a different sort of nothing. One has everything to go, One has had everything they could The difference between broken down And still being built
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Mar 7
Mar 7, 2026 at 8:05 PM UTC
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