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After we turn twenty-nine,
The years just fly away;
Even though we try our best
To hang on to each day.

 Thirty-five and forty come
And go with lightning speed
As time keeps up the steady march
Which nothing can impede.

 We cannot stop at fifty,
And fifty-five won’t stay;
And even when we’re sixty,
We’re soon sixty and a day.

 Age is like a ladder
And we have to climb each rung.
Leaving youth behind us
To be wasted on the young.

 But, we’re all in this together,
So why dwell in the past?
Instead, let’s keep on living
And see how long we last!

 Betty Killebrew

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