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Simply Emily
that i have lived
These wrinkles are the hands of time,
The journeys I've been on
They've seen me through a thousand days,
And ev'ry victory won
These eyes are weak,
They see much less
Than yours they've seen much more
They've guided me through birth, through death,
Through grief, through hurt, through war
These ears can hear so very little,
Yet they've learned to listen much
They perk up not for gossip now,
But for a heart to touch
Those younger often look my way,
With pity looks to give
Yet this old body doesn't mean I am dying,
But rather, that I have lived
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