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I weary easily these days,
My mind's unclear as if in a haze,
My hands are more shaky,
My bones often achy,
My steps aren't so graceful,
Some memories . . . remorseful,
I've grown less able,
For, I've grown more feeble,
I've reach the top of life's stairs,
And now, turning back,
I look down, to my first few steps,
I notice, where I've paused,
On my way to the top,
I see bare spots,
At each and every stop,
Worn down with time,
And fading as I,
Yet, these bare spots,
Will linger in mind,
Til the day I die,
For these are the times,
I surly new, I'd tumble back down,
Personal struggles, the loss of loved ones,
Just a few black jewels in my crown,
And, still yet, I have to smile,
For the Lords pulled me through,
Each and every trial,
And, if not for the time spent there,
I'd probably never made it here,
-Here atop the very last stair.
AND GOD KNOWS--IT'S SMOOTH SAIL-N FROM HERE!
ETHAN CODY(DED)
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