He was so very old
and I am yet not far behind.
We are but here a season,
each just a fleeting wisp of life.
And I think about my wife,
of growing old with her
and knowing one of us will die
and one will be alone.
I’ve seen it with my grandparents.
It’s a pain I fear so strong.
It’s a terrible thing to die too old,
it’s a terrible thing to die too young.
Until we meet again I’ll live with eyes above.
And it’s a terrible thing to die too old,
it’s a terrible thing to die too young.
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