Connie Webb


It's Okay I'M Growing Old - Poem by Connie Webb

It's okay I'm growing old
I am still doing fine
I can still have fun
Even if my dentures don't quite align.
I am still doing fine
I still love to play
Even if my dentures don't quite align
I welcome each new day.
I still love to play
Wrinkled hands don't matter much
I welcome each new day
I still have a loving touch.
Wrinkled hands don't matter much
My hands are warm to hold
I still have a loving touch
It’s okay I'm growing old.

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Comments about It's Okay I'M Growing Old by Connie Webb

  • (4/16/2006 9:40:00 PM)


    This is sweet, Connie. And of course it's true. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 24, 2006



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