We're old now. We can't remember the things we'd like, and remember the things we'd rather forget. Sometimes the best comes back, but then again it's over.
We're old now. Our knees hurt. They hurt when we go to bed, and slightly less when we get up. If we crouch, when we stand there is a cracking popping noise. It is unmissable.
We're old now. We smile and the creases never fade.
We're old now. People die. It becomes all too regular. It becomes a way of life. It gets dull after a while.
We're old now. We never understood. We never knew. We're sorry.
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