Time is pulling hard on my heartstrings now
Steadily as I grow older I feel less rested
Setback after setback my humor convoluted
And Burden upon burden my soul retributed
Yet I'm walking backwards whenever I'm looking at you
And life's pace a little slower though it's a little disrupted
My soul a little prettier, even if it isn't gifted
And my intents a little nobler though sometimes I've been wicked.
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