never shall i die
the world is chaning and no tfor the better
but my wisodo flows theough my marrow
my laughter etched in the lines of my face
my joy and sorrow walk hand in hand
for my years are many, but i am not old
my body creaks and cracks, but still i can praise
yes one day i shall die, but to day is not that day
long after my bones have turned to dust
i will live on
for i have place my feet in the soft earth
i have held m childeren close
and told my grand child my life
so before i go let me part this secret
for this is the sexret of life!
life is full of trials and then when die
so throw up ytour hands and find freedom
or you will never truly live
but my wisodo flows theough my marrow
my laughter etched in the lines of my face
my joy and sorrow walk hand in hand
for my years are many, but i am not old
my body creaks and cracks, but still i can praise
yes one day i shall die, but to day is not that day
long after my bones have turned to dust
i will live on
for i have place my feet in the soft earth
i have held m childeren close
and told my grand child my life
so before i go let me part this secret
for this is the sexret of life!
life is full of trials and then when die
so throw up ytour hands and find freedom
or you will never truly live
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