Dwayne Bailey - As We Become Old

Life it feels is closing in,
maybe Im close, to the bitter sweet end;
I truely feel I, am getting quite old,
I find myself tenitive, where I used to be bold.
I no longer feel, the hatred and rage,
I now feel more calm, and tempered with age.
So what ever the morrow, or the future may hold,
Whatever God blesses, my eyes to behold;
I will be forever thankful, for this life that I led,
For the love that I've felt, and the wife that I wed.
For life is precious, more precious then gold,
How true this is, as we become old.

Dwayne Bailey

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