Getting Old Poem by Nancy Chambers

Getting Old

Rating: 4.5


I was never told
How much things change
When we get old
Hair turns gray
Teeth decay
No longer trim
Eyes grow dim
Aches appear
Fallings a fear
Can't always hear
Still gotta give life all you've got
Cause who wants to die from
Rocking chair rot

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