Aging

boot

Funny...

Sitting..watching minute hands 
Wanting time to pass 
Waiting..for the moment...
To be gone 

Why?

At sixty eight..hell..one would think 
You'd want to stretch it out 
Why.. does every minute waiting
Seem so slow 

And damn frustrating 

Tapping toes..restless fingers 
Surrounded... by a host of kind 
Aches and pains...a cough or flu
Holy crap..

This be you 

  • Author: James Perrin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 5th, 2026 03:23
  • Category: Unclassified
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