OLD

and one tuesday morning i opened a book
and found that i didn't know how to read
and one summer lunchtime i searched for my rose
and found that i forgot to plant the seed
and now i find my dinner's getting cold
i guess it's time for me to grow old

and one certain april i shopped in the town
and found inside my wallet only cards
and one day in arithmatic i added two and two
and found that in my life there's only odds
and now i'm learning what i've been told
i guess that you could say i'm growing old

and one night while sleeping i rested myself
and found that i didn't stay awake
and one winter afternoon i changed another year
and found that i had more than i could take
and so my many years have been sold
i guess that's what it is to grow old.

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