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The Old and the Young

Callused hands and withered faces
Found in the loneliest of places
Their life dedicated for all of us
Their hearts full of their pure love
And how do we repay them? We leave them to die
We're far too busy in our own lives
We move on, walk on, we choose to forget
Too occupied to go back for those we've left.
They're mentally decaying,
They're aging and graying
But we don't hear what they're saying.

When they're gone we don't get a second chance
These brief moments don't last
So catch them and cling to them, don't let them go
If there's someone you love, for gods sake let them know
The smallest of smiles can lift the lowest of spirits
Just say you love them, loud enough for them to hear it.

Don't walk away, or you'll regret it.
They're not ours forever, so don't you forget it.



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