When one is fifty-seven -
one has learnt to take life
one day at a time -
nothing more, nothing less...
When one is in love at fifty-seven -
one learns to do it
one step at a time -
nothing more, nothing less...
For now, at fifty-seven -
anything could happen, anytime...
and when life is so fragile -
it is more so at fifty-seven...
And if love happens to come by -
at the late age of fifty-seven,
then i'll just take it -
one step at a time...
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