Poem -
Time.
My body tired it’s getting old.
Its now cheap metal and no longer gold.
My skin does sag.
My voice does nag.
My sight near blind.
My thinking unclear in my mixed up mind.
I sit alone on my rocking chair.
Saying to myself this life is so unfair.
No more hair upon my head.
All i want to do is sleep in bed.
Ones life does pass so quickly fast.
In reality on this planet for long we do not last.
I do wish i was young again.
I would enjoy the hot sun cold wind freezing snow and wet rain.
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It is true that our lives pass by so quickly... And the older we get the quicker the years pass. When I was a child I remember thinking after Christmas that I was going to have to wait for almost forever for the next Christmas. Now I spend a lot of times thinking, Christmas? Again? It can't be. Has it been a year already?
If only there was such thing as a time machine, eh? But there's not, mores the pity, so think of yourself as X years young and not X years old. And Go and spend time enjoying the sun the rain and the snow ?x
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