It's Okay I'M Growing Old Poem by Connie Webb
It's Okay I'M Growing Old
It's okay I'm growing old
I am still doing fine
I can still have fun
Even if my dentures don't quite align.
I am still doing fine
I still love to play
Even if my dentures don't quite align
I welcome each new day.
I still love to play
Wrinkled hands don't matter much
I welcome each new day
I still have a loving touch.
Wrinkled hands don't matter much
My hands are warm to hold
I still have a loving touch
It’s okay I'm growing old.
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4/24/2024 11:31:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is sweet, Connie. And of course it's true.