{"id":1471,"date":"2001-04-11T16:00:22","date_gmt":"2001-04-11T23:00:22","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=1471"},"modified":"2016-01-15T19:20:05","modified_gmt":"2016-01-16T03:20:05","slug":"advancing-age","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/2001\/04\/11\/advancing-age\/","title":{"rendered":"Advancing Age"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a symptom of advancing age<br \/>\nthe number of dead people you know<br \/>\neven those you thought invincible<br \/>\nSteadily that number grows<\/p>\n<p>For people are always dying<br \/>\nEven the ones you believed in<\/p>\n<p>and there comes a time in life<br \/>\nwhen your won mortality hits you<br \/>\nFaith in a book won&#8217;t save you<br \/>\nBut an attitude toward life can break you<\/p>\n<p>And feelings on death can free you<br \/>\nEven the feelings you believed in<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d take it all in stride<br \/>\nwhen another friend of mine had died<br \/>\nAnd though the loss &#8212; it saddens me<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s something to say for being free<\/p>\n<p>And the loss of a friend bereaves you<br \/>\nEven the friends you believed in<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a symptom of advancing age<br \/>\nEven a fatalist will tell you<br \/>\nAll the dead friends you ever loved<br \/>\nCannot really save us<\/p>\n<p>And life&#8217;s too good to let it pain us<br \/>\nFor the friends we&#8217;ve loved<br \/>\nhave made us<\/p>\n<p>The friends we&#8217;ve loved<br \/>\nare who we are.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It&#8217;s a symptom of advancing age<br \/> the number of dead people you know<br \/> even those you thought invincible<br \/> Steadily that number grows<\/p>\n<p>For people are always dying<br \/> Even the ones you believed in<\/p>\n<p>and there comes a time in life<br \/> when your won mortality hits you<br \/> Faith in a book won&#8217;t save you<br \/> [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,8,4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1471","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-social","category-songs"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1471","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1471"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1471\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2439,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1471\/revisions\/2439"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1471"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1471"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1471"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}