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A youngster told me, mister you are old I asked, how can you tell His reply was, I'm young, without a wrinkle face I replied, my face is wrinkled because I always smiled He told me, you move slowly and with a limp I replied, I lived in the fast lane, but it was time to get off My limp was from working hard, staying true to myself, never wavering His puzzled look needed me to explain further I remember when I was like you many years ago My strength and confidence was my burning desire I left the ones who borned me cause I knew everything They closed the door and on it read good luck young man we moved to Florida Suddenly, reality set in, I was a man Everything I thought I knew was there I'm a man But the little nuances of life the ones they taught me and I ignored have come full circle Their wisdom and survival of life will always be in my thoughts So youngster I'm not old I have aged well The wrinkles on my face are from all the smiles life has given me My limp is a sign that I will make it to the finish line
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
A tale of young and old
A youngster told me, mister you are old I asked, how can you tell His reply was, I'm young, without a wrinkle face I replied, my face is wrinkled because I always smiled He told me, you move slowly and with a limp I replied, I lived in the fast lane, but it was time to get off My limp was from working hard, staying true to myself, never wavering His puzzled look needed me to explain further I remember when I was like you many years ago My strength and confidence was my burning desire I left the ones who borned me cause I knew everything They closed the door and on it read good luck young man we moved to Florida Suddenly, reality set in, I was a man Everything I thought I knew was there I'm a man But the little nuances of life the ones they taught me and I ignored have come full circle Their wisdom and survival of life will always be in my thoughts So youngster I'm not old I have aged well The wrinkles on my face are from all the smiles life has given me My limp is a sign that I will make it to the finish line
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Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 7:26 PM UTC
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