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Growing Old.
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Growing old’s a story scrolled
a true tall tale, or so I’m told…
-It’s frets and fears
and jests and jeers
and trails of tears
that last for years.
-It’s winters’ threat
with springtimes wet
and summers’ sweat
through falls’ regret.
growing old makes years unfold
Growing old means showing mold
an aging gage, or so I’m told…
-It’s acting aged
and feeling caged
and ranting raged
on life’s big stage.
-It’s flaming feet
and heartburn’s heat
and burps’ repeat
not too discrete.
growing old makes burping bold
Growing old means glowing gold
from metal teeth, or so I’m told…
-It’s doctors’ charts
and pricey parts
like ticking quartz
for dead beat hearts.
-It’s tungsten knees
and carts with keys
with wheels that freeze
from lack of grease.
growing old means moving rolled
Growing old means crowing: “fold!”
in solitaire, or so I’m told…
-It’s bingo games
and placing blames
and naming names
of long lost flames.
-It’s games of chance
and planting plants
and pricing pants
for crooked stance.
growing old means shouting: “sold!”
Growing old ...is... “growing old”
you tire of it, or so I’m told…
-It’s feelings feigned
and anguish gained
and pounds obtained
while feeling drained.
-It’s sleeping less
and sensing stress
and making mess
while in distress.
growing old is life on hold
then going cold, or so I’m told…
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by > Roamoff
composed Nov 2009.
submitted 30 Nov 2009.
Copyright © Nov 2009 by Roamoff.
Growing Old.
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