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Original Writing Poetry Getting Older

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Introduction

Memories of the past As I was walking out one day I stopped to watch the children play I stopped to sit And listen to them laughing I was reminded of the past When I could run just as fast. Though my thoughts are just as rowdy Now'er days my mind is cloudy Age does this to us though they think we make a fuss. ...read more.

Middle

Old age is golden, so I have heard said Yet I sometimes wonder when I get out of bed With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on the table, until I wake up. As sleep dims my eyes, I say to myself is there anything else I should have laid on the shelf? Nevertheless, I am happy to say as I close my door my friends are the same, perhaps even more. ...read more.

Conclusion

The reason I know my youth is all spent, my get-up and go has got-up and went. However, I really do not mind when I think with a grin of all the grand places my get-up has been. Since I have retired from life's competition, I busy myself with life's repetition. I get up each morning and dust off my wits Pick up the paper and read the Obits if my name is missing, I know I am not dead. Therefore, I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed! Melroy Satkunarajah 9JHO ...read more.

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