In my low moments I feel it tugging me,
Tugging me.
Not so much when I was young,
Though at times it could be overpowering.
Not so much when I was middle-aged,
Though at times it could be overpowering.
Now,
As I enter my final days,
I feel it tugging me,
Tugging me,
Constantly,
Reminding me things are being worn out
That cannot be replaced.
Reminding me nothing can change the inevitable.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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