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MY CHANGING YEARS
People don't speak as loud anymore
And I can't hear their knock at my door.
To see things, I find, that I must strain
And in most my joints, I now feel pain.
I battle my bulges every day
And worry more what the scales may say.
I know my body can't stay the same
I've too many years of work to blame.
My children's pictures on the wall
Help to remind me I've had a ball.
I thank the Lord for my patient wife
Who's put up with me most of her life.
Of all the pleasures that life may bring
It's still God's blessings that make me sing.
I shall not fret, may heaven forbid
Cause I can't look as good as I did.
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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