Our bodies grow old
while inside we remain young.
Our minds can’t understand
what it is that’s gone wrong.
No longer able to climb the stairs
without losing our breath
every day passed
is another closer to death.
Our time is spent thinking
about things we wish to forget,
who would have thought
we could have so much regret.
Frustrated at how
weak we have become
and saddened by
the knowledge it can’t be undone.

Wonderful post
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Thanks
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Beautiful
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So painfully true!
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