The sporadic realisation that sometimes buffets Poor Old Henry

I am old

I am very old

I am very very old

I am very very very old

Very very very oldsters

Are looked upon as

Relics by the

Upcomers.

People

Get born

Then grow up

Later they become old

And in the end they too

Go dead.

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