Gone With Time

Young and bold and in my prime,
In an automobile of steel i
would ride.

Couldn't keep the ladies
off with a stick.

Now they all say he makes me sick.

With years gone by now in an automobile
of plastic i ride.

Can't even catch a ladies eye.

Monday, October 17, 2016
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