Where is the beauty in being old
Your teeth grow long as gums grow short
Your back curves as your hair straightens
and looking good becomes more like work...
Then there is the other side of life....
Being beautiful without having to do anything
I hear a lot of people say...'Oh what a beautiful baby.'
or 'All babies are cute.' and for the most part
this is true....
I guess ugly must come with age....
Comments about this poem (Old Fart by Ted Sheridan )
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