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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Nostalgic, this poem takes one on memory's journey through the past. A lovely write Jim
hi thanks for always lovely comment
means a lot jim
You are welcome Jim
The poem reflects on the passage of time and the inevitability of aging. It explores the contrast between youthful freedom and the physical decline that comes with age, while also emphasizing the importance of memories.
hi thanks for lovely
Those were the days when you drank all night and still made your work.
Now two drinks take a week to get out your system.
yep age changes memories dont
thanks for comment jim
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