I’m too damn old for all this mess,
The aches, the pains, the daily stress.
The world keeps spinning, never slow,
But I’ve got nowhere left to go.
Once I could run, so fast, so free,
Now every step’s a test for me.
The mirror laughs, its cruel disguise—
Time stole that spark behind my eyes.
I’ve danced through years, I’ve loved, I’ve cried,
Now I just roll with life’s rough tide.
The wisdom’s here, but youth is gone,
And yet the grind still drags me on.
So here I stand, with battle scars,
Too fucking old for chasing stars.
With every creak and groan, I grin,
Who knew this aging game could win?
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