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I recently turned 70.  In the twilight of my years I have resigned myself to my fate.

Nobody has gotten out of this alive yet.  I don't expect to be the first, there fore I must face the inevitable.

It's no wonder it has creeped into my poetry.

When you get old and grey,

your hair and teeth

will fall away

Then all that will be sed

is

your ded

My spring has sprung

My thing is done

Now sets the sun

You never know when

your gonna' go

Sooner or later

Fast or slow