As you grow old,
The more angry you become,
The more bitter you stay,
The less adventurous you get,
The less happy you turn out to be.
I hope that doesn't happen to me.
It won't.
I will never become weak,
Weaker than the bag I carry.
I will never be pushed into the dark
Doubting all my twists and turns
I'm the adventurous type.
I trust myself
And also the people I ask for directions.
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