Could be

Could be when you’re 80

Sneaking up behind

In the lunch line

You turn around to see

Me creeping right beside

Could be when you’re 81

Slipping on the ice

Breaking a hip

Spin round done

Fallen in love but

Can’t get up

Could be when you’re 82

Same seat same bus

Same eyes we realize

We still us

How time flies

When fun is having us

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