ahhhh the golden years

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    ahhhh the golden years

    THEY SAY WE CANT WAIT FOR THE GOLDEN YEARS,WHEN YOUR HAIR IS TURNING SILVER AND THE STRANGER IN THE MIRROR IS WONDERING JUST WHY YOUR EYES ARE PLAYING TRICKS ON THE REFLECTION IN THE GOLDEN MIRROR,WHEN YOU WONDER AND REMEMBER WHEN YOU FIRST FIGURED OUT THAT YOUR PARENTS WERE'NT TALKEN ABOUT THE SOUTH AS A STATE,WHEN OIL OF OLYE BECOMES YOUR BEST FRIEND AND BED TIME IS NEVER LATE,OR WHEN YOU DECIDE THE GOLDEN GATES ARE NEARLY THERE AND YOU DREAM THE DREAMS OF YOUR GRANDFATHERS FAIR.WHEN THE DOCTOR SAYS THE MEDICINE YOU MUST TAKE AND AND WHY YOU CANT JUST REMEMBER ITS LATE.AHHH THE GOLDEN YEARS, WHEN FATE IS FATE AND THE YOUTH THAT YOU HAD IS NO LONGER YOUR FATE/ THATTHE BATHROOM IS NOW YOUR ESCAPE. AHHHH YES THE GOLDEN YEARS WHEN YOUR ASPERATOR IS YOUR FATE NOT THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND IS LATE.AND ALL THESE GREAT THINGS THAT YOU NEVER CAN WIN AHHHH THE GOLDEN YEARS

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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