a day,
when i was younger than today,
we were many,
superior,
aint like any other ticket.
a day,
when i was younger than today,
we grew smaller in number,
but still we aced,
fookin great aint it.
a day,
when i was younger than yesterday,
we had casualties
but we survived despite,
the first of the gang who died.
a day,
when i am older than yesterday,
i was left alone in the cold.
looking at what had become
a lonely street.
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