With each shot, it is clear
The years that one holds dear
Has slipped through my fingers like fine sand
Hard to bear, one fully understand
The years mercilessly pass by
And time continues to fly
What’s left to do in one’s life
But to make each day thrive
Watch the seasons come and go
As world events inadvertently unfold
Regardless, of what’s not in one’s control, let them rest
Just stay happy and do your daily best
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