He's lying in a bed,
A diaper, oxygen, heart monitor,
And dark thoughts in his head,
I never look at other old people,
As if they once were young,
Looking at others, not their own father,
Like they were once the young generation,
Now I'm older just before being old,
I've horizons both sides,
I could have gone by now or've years to go,
Either way I will die,
Or so I'm told,
It's one of life's sure things,
So many live as if it's not the truth,
I wonder if there's something I'm missing.
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