It comes without warning. There's no use forlorning. It comes to the old. It comes to those bold. To those who are weak. To some who are meek. It comes by night. It comes all right. It comes without sight.
To those in their youth. It comes, in sooth. It may take time. But, this is no rhyme. Sometimes it may be quick. To others when they're sick. It comes by night. It comes all right. It comes without sight.
© copywright R. Rock
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