It's May again with an upsidedown grin, the nights are turning less colder and I'm turning a year older with a chip on my shoulder with the weight of a boulder, smoldering like ash from a fire over another year closer to retire then expire, one step closer to eternal sleep, one step closer to six feet deep, a cumbersome climb with a swift descent, unaware of what exactly over the hill meant, I don't feel old but I can't say I'm young, a lot more experienced and a little less dumb, I'm just saying a little, so let's not make this some kind of riddle or game to keep score on, all I'm saying is that I'm not a complete moron, strolling along then age hits you like pow, how old will I be, one more year older than the age I am now.

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