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Wrinkles begon to appear, Two years later, what a line Your hands stard to queer. Believe me, nothing is fine Your eyes no long with you, The eyes you hold, no longer belong no control, no fear. The dirt and filth you sit among Your thoughts, how jumbled The wrinkles how deepset Many wordls, distantly mumbled Folds and creases; to regret Not a person you've ever been The creaky bones and ache' back How you once were, no longer seen. The sparkly teeth; what they lack Your eyes so dim, so faint The secrets that your mind will hold Like watching drying paint Trapped away will never be told Getting dryer, every glance Your hair, so thin. so fine No way to enhance Like cotton, unlike mine. A smirk upon your face Your sitting there, upon your chair Created by some hope You dont really seem to care Partner left no trace Far away in a gaze Never going to cope No finger, No arm, do you raise The love you once had So the end; my conclusion Gone long ago getting old is no illusion Inside makes you mad But even thought they seem to worson, Want to close that door They are still, the same person............
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jasmin94lm added this comment 2009-10-26 15:44:50-05:00
LOL. Thankyou again! (:
chalkdawg added this comment 2009-10-26 10:10:21-05:00
Wow! I picked the wrong glog to read this morning, being old and all. lol. Good job! 5 woofs.
jasmin94lm added this comment 2009-10-26 15:44:50-05:00
LOL. Thankyou again! (:
chalkdawg added this comment 2009-10-26 10:10:21-05:00
Wow! I picked the wrong glog to read this morning, being old and all. lol. Good job! 5 woofs.