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Final Curtain
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International A fountain of youth
A symbol of exuberance
Of life in its prime
A towering promise
Of hope and successes
Long moments of happiness
Enjoyed to the fullest
A moment of nurturing
Of a body in its tempest
Of gifts and talents
To the highest peak
Looking back thru the years
And gazing thru the spectrum
The changing canopy of colors
Magical though it seemed
Gone is the mystery of youth
Life is chasing the dawn
Molded by trials and triumphs
Passed thru a needle’s eye
But like an old oak tree
Standing tall and mighty
The weakness blown away
A spirit willing to fight
For the wages of life.
Old age what a cruel play
When the strong becomes weary
Lying down, singing in symphony
Waiting for the curtain
To close in with finality.
