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When I was younger my quest was to be,
The best person that I could possibly be.
Now that I am older, I have a better plan.
Just to be exactly the way that I already am.
It’s not that I am perfect now, quite far from it,
But change is now like a half century comet.
What goes around comes around. I’ve been around a while,
And thinking of myself, in spite of myself, really makes me smile.
There isn’t much left of my glorious quest to improve,
Because most of what’s left is already on the move.
The eyes found hollows to sink themselves into.
Years passed, I have developed a second chin too.
.
Everything seems to be vacating south,
Most of my skin, boobs even my mouth.
My hair has developed a flurry of silver sprinkles.
And my face once plump and smooth, now has wrinkles.
The mind is still clear, though I detect it may fade.
I am happy the way it is and will be happy if it stayed.
Although I have noticed, I have a failing of late.
I tend to mix letters, not getting all wodrs straight.
Its quite enough to give up on any quest.
The old me isn’t ready to pass any test.
But still, I am a contented old goat.
Happy to say I am now a reasonable pote.
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