The days of our youth was lovely
We now sit at one place and move once in a while to straighten our bones
The cracks that we feel when we stand makes us to miss the days in the gym
We now enjoy the fruits of our hustle
We now move with support and no more dwell in the tainment of toons
We now watch what happens in other lands and that makes our offsprings to see us as archaic.
Their thinking usually contradict ours and with that they say our days were old
Can they ever understand the stages in aging
We are now what we abhorred
Grand is now added to our names
But we will forever remember our prime.
From the Poem Book of Victor's Oright.
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