birthdays come birthdays go
as years go bye it lets you know
skin it wrinkles hair go goes grey
your twighlight years or on the way
glasses needed eyesight gone
getting worse as years move on
all we have is memory how it was used to be
when we were young and life was free
that is life and natures way
we age each minute of every day
thinking of things we used to do
when we were young and foolish to
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jim56 (
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Such a good read for us older poets and people in general a fave my friend
know the feeling well lol
hi thankyou for always lovely comment
means a lot jim
You are welcome Jim
Good write, Jim. Can relate for sure.
hi thanks for comment
age comes to all jim
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