If age is a state of mind
And I've left all my dreams behind
It's become harder and harder to look ahead
And my kindling desires are dead
If hope and aspirations are cold
I must be getting old
(23 June 2007)
I have always been young at heart, you are too it just your illness making you feel blue...
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Joanne, i feel the same way, but nursing this broken humerous, makes it worse...but the frigid wind of the winter has set into me permentantly. Loved this, as i so identified with it! Blessings and Faith, Theo