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Aging

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Tempis fugit, the old man said,
As he pillowed his weary head.
I'm just not what I used to be,
Time, at last, has caught up with me.
That lively gait, so full of pep,
Is now a slower, faltering step.
Eyes that once were so very good,
Now see things through a misty hood.
Fingers once sensitive, now fumble around,
Allowing things to tumble down.

In each life there comes a day,
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Ana Monnar 03 August 2007

Good thing that we have grown old and live to tell the tale. Very good poem.

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