NONE ARE SO OLD AS THOSE WHO HAVE OUTLIVED ENTHUSIASM.
HENRY DAVID THOREAU
GROWING OLD
When I have become so old and tired
That the furnace inside cannot be fired
When surrender sentences me to my bed
If drive is gone just count me dead
As long us there is a breath of air
That fills my lungs so I can dare
As long as I can fight the pain
My enthusiasm shall not wane
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