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Coming up on fifty five,
I can't believe I'm still alive.
Got through much but I survived,
To get to where I've been.

I comprehend the time that's passed.
I hope that all my lessons last.
Years that left don't go by fast.
Apply what I have seen.

Regrets I have but just a few.
Past loves I have but only two.
Your love I find so very new.
Why did it take so long?

My hair is quickly turning gray,
And wrinkles very much to stay.
I find it hard to last the play.
With you life is a song.

Coming up on fifty five,
With you I know I can derive,
All the things on which we thrive,
If only we were younger.

I'd live my life again with you,
Even if things were askew.
I know we'd be among the few,
To grasp love with pure hunger.

But being fifty five's not bad.
I know that I should not be sad.
Instead I should be very glad,
To have you by my side.

I want to guild the lily.
I know it may sound silly.
My steed to your young filly
My dream will not subside.