"Growing Old At Last" |
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Dark circles under my eyes; I wonder what it signafies. Could it be I don't sleep well, Or maybe my face just fell. Growing old isn't so bad, And it really doesn't make me sad. It's my body I don't like; I can't even ride my bike. I can sleep late in my cozy bed, Or stay up very late instead. I don't have to clean my house, Nor do I have to put on a blouse. Restuarants give me discounts; I'm a penny pincher who counts. And I have no qualms or remorse; Sometimes I eat like a horse. I'm just like most people my age, I refuse to stay in my cage. I go anywhere I want to, And never mind those who boo. I destest Mother Nature Who gave me this discomforture, But at least I'm still here And someday God will take me there. by Jann Newland ©October 2009 |
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