By
Bud Lemire
The golden years aren't really gold
Our bodies age and aren't meant to last
Our time in life goes way too fast
Our legs give out and we take a fall
We endure our condition, we take it all
As we age and get old
We are always being told
Our freedom is taken away
Wondering what will be in each day
Being watched with all we do
Like children that we once knew
Our eyes go, and it's hard to see
Visions of how it use to be
The music that we once heard
Flies away like the yellow bird
Even our brain starts to decay
We forget exactly what to say
Where are we, where do we belong
Everything just seems so wrong
Getting old isn't fun for me
But it's the human way to be
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