At 37 my tombstone has eroded completely, and whatever of my bones have not become dust in the soil are fully petrified. For a few decades passersby tread unbeknownst on the grass above me, compelled by the myriad details of their lives. Alas, now that is long gone, and the space is a parking lot.
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Old Man,
Take a Look at My Life,
24 and there's so much more.
But now I'm old, hell I'm well past twenty-five… 🎶
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