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Too Young to Die...

No one, sees the pain.

Nor hears, the tremor, in my voice.

I'm blind, for all those, that see.

I am, the grey man, in the corner.

Standing neath, the shadow, of life.

I'm hoping for, sunshine and laughter.

Even, at this late stage.

Perhaps, it will find me.

And I'll still sigh, with happiness.

I'll find a new moment, to cherish.

For abundant, are my memories. 

Copious, were .......my tears.

But then, I was younger.

Nevertheless 

I was

Too old to cry.

Giajl © Jim Love