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A lifetime my heart belonged to you.
It is still the same when old age came
This heart was yours from the start
It's now geriatric, but it's mellow now,
A beautiful art.

No dancing, basketball hoops is out
Of the question, for us we are lucky 
To get on a Greyhound bus.
No use to make a fuss or squabble
We have made it this far, we are what
We are!

Under this roof, we still remain, quite 
Happy, and the same, just every now and then,
I forget my name, the only difference is...
The Caveman is tame...

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Geriatric Heart