As a brand new morning begins to wake
With a glimpse of light in the eastern sky;
I think about all of my days gone by.
So many days I have had in my life.
Did I use them wisely or did I waste my time?
In all of those days that once were mine.
What days I have left are precious now.
Through aging eyes, it’s clear to see,
My days are less than they used to be.
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