I’m getting old
And the world is getting bold
I have lost my sight
Because the world is not that bight
My hair is turning gray
Because it’s not the olden days
I dry my tears why
Because it's time for fear
It has come my time to go
I will see you later in my new
Home telling my old jokes
My friends please don’t cry
Because I left your home
I Walked around this world opening new doors.
Once Again my friends don’t cry
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Author:
jeanpierre (
Offline) - Published: August 29th, 2022 19:48
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this pom people that are sad
- Category: Love
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