It Only Gets Old! Poem by Michael Gale

It Only Gets Old!



We lose teeth...Gain wrinkles.

Gain weight in the middle...No longer are we fit as a fiddle.

Bags under the eyes...No more thoughts of adventures as spies.

Hair that's either white or grey...All that's left are worries, when the arrival of our final judgement day.

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Michael Gale

Michael Gale

Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.
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