Growing old in this strange new world
A single gray hair in a bed of dark strands
Isolated and different
Just waiting to be plucked and discarded
Still so much to offer a world that I no longer recognize
Unappreciated and misunderstood
Longing for a day that is long past gone
And wanting to make sense of it all
Never say that I quit and walked away
The tide simply eroded the place where I stood
The principles instilled in me
About hard work and decency
And how far these things can take you
They are now just faint echoes of my ancestors
And I wonder if anyone else can still hear them
Strange new world, indeed
The Strange New World
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