Getting Older Poem by Lauren Coles

Getting Older



Being young is great and all,
But someday we will be gray,
When you are young you have a fresh mind to reflect and remember,
When people walk into a room you might call them by the wrong name,
It's sad to see them decline but getting older is something that we can't control.

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