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Seasons Come And Seasons Go

Seasons come, and seasons go,
before you know it, your old, and slow.
Your hair is grey, and your eyes are dim,
the teeth are gone, and you have a double chin.
You only hear half of what is said,
in the night you are up two or three times, from your bed.
On awakening you feel not to bad,
but when you move, suddenly parts begin to ache,
that you never even knew you had.
It is such a bind this old age game,
why cant one just reach a certain age,
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Michael Walker 20 February 2020
I have often wondered about that very question. Why do we age and lose our good looks? Why should I have to get up frequently during the night? I have to play 'this old age game', however.
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Susan Williams 11 April 2016
Yes,25 would do very nicely. Perfectly in my case. Perhaps a genius will make your wish come true and invent a vaccine that prevents aging... enjoyed the bitter humor in this piece!
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