Like all i was born to die on some night or day
The Reaper of lives will come reaping my way
Like everyone eventually i will run out of time
For me like all other rhymers there will be a last rhyme
My better days in the long forever gone
In my mid seventies time on me ticks on
If i said i did not fear death it would be a lie
It scares me the thought i eventually must die
In life i have made a few friends but then one must suppose
That the one with friends is not without foes
Many highways and byways i have been up and down
And i have lived and worked in many a town
I may be at the twilight of my life span
But i hope to live on to die as an old man.
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