OLDAGE

Our car, among the classics

Our things, became antique

We, turned into relics

And our friends, befit a clique

 

Our cottage, now the hermitage

Our home, is a relique

Our life, will be a heritage

And when we talk, it’s a critique

 

What we do, has grown archaic

Our habits, turned oblique

Our thinking, esoteric

But we’ve, become unique

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