How does life move on this way?
Yesterday seemed like just seconds ago.
Years have only been days.
Now I look back at it all.
To think back, that was me just a few years past.
Lost and in a whole new place.
Now to look around and to not see familiar faces
To mistake people in a crowd, to remember they are gone.
To look down on the years gone past.
This is my closing year.
How did I make it this far without a doubt?
Now I fear life after all of this.
Decisions cloud my mind
What is next for my life?
I can't choose all my dreams
Where do I go from here?
This is it, the end.
I will sail off into the world.
My decisions will be up to me.
Why is this is the beginning.
My favorite of yours :DDD. It captures the essence of senior-hood.
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