A Life to Grow Old With

Age is contrived like a history book page

Events repeat but they can’t really be the same

Every moment is it’s own well crafted stage

We play brave roles in this most dangerous game

Aging doesn’t mean death, it’s meaning is life

Paging through plots we twist glory from strife

Stars in life’s theatre, we steal admission-free shows

Life’s to grow old with whether or not history knows