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Between the ages 

Are dozens of pages 

Of forgotten stories 

And unsung glories 
But published on paper 

Words tall and proud 

We cling to their worth 

Until they no longer work 
So we walk and walk and walk 

And then we lose the wheel 

With no other way forward 

We have to strike a new chord 
We may not know 

what it takes to go 

But if we take a step 

Life no longer seems bereft 
If we forgive 

Our inability to live 

We will find 

We have so much to give 
And with the newly minted book 

With glittered gold pages 

Is a new adventure 

Read by all ages