Older Than Yesterday Poem by Phil Soar

Older Than Yesterday



The circles form under my eyes
The wrinkles on my brow are deep
And when I'm out I realise
That I would rather be asleep
And when I dream, I kick and shout
If I can move my legs, that is
I'm getting old, there is no doubt
You can judge my age by the amount I piss

Tuesday, December 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
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