The Old Passion
You have to be old,
To be old enough to know
That old people
Don't really get old
Inside they are excited about life
Like when they were young
Oh, they have changed, grown
Still are growing, changing
And they age
Like a lion gets used to its cage
Discerning the limits of his freedom
In the human zoo
But the old passion paces inside
The same and alive
Pausing to sniff at the lock
Waiting out the clock.
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