| When I am old one Day,
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| Children will laugh as I shuffle on by,
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| Resting with ev’ry Stride,
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| Believing that steps were never so high.
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| When I am old one Day, surrounded by Pieces is long ago,
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| I will recall today and wonder where all the hours go.
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| Will I sit in the Park, Time on my Hands
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| To soak up the sun, or will I have made my Mark,
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| And still have some Things that have to be done.
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| Will I talk to the Air,
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| Mumbling Phrases to Shadows
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| That hide with People who stop to stare
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| And wonder just who I see at my side.
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| When I am old one Day
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| Watching the Children playing their Game.
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| Someone may pass my Way,
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| And look at my Face
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| And call out my Name.
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| And then he’ll remember when
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| I stood on the Stage and I sang this song,
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| And maybe we’ll both try then,
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| To remember the Words and sing along.
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| When I am old one Day. |