As a child,
I never gave much thought or credence,
about growing into manhood.
And one day to my surprise,
I found I was a man.

As a man,
I never gave much consideration or deliberation,
about growing old; Moreover,
I busied myself with everyday things,
and allowed time to slip by unnoticed.
Then one day I stopped to look about,
I was shocked to discover I was an old man.

As an old man,
I never gave much thought or attention,
about death,
Moreover, I busied myself with selfish things,
Again, I allowed time to slip foolishly by,
And to my disbelief I found I was dying.

As I lay dying,
I find all my thoughts and concentration,
Probing my memory
Now, I busy myself searching for the memories,
of family and friends from by gone days,
I did not miss until it was too late.

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