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Where The Fun In Getting Old - Poem by DEAN WILLIAM JOHNSTON

When I was young they said to do your work. When you, re old there be time for fun. so years go by till time come when you suppose to have fun under sun! Then find nothing work your knees when it rains. Your hand looks like frying pan. Your heart racing way too fast and. Everything else, have to pass. So. Where the fun. When everything don, t even run! So do your work while you can. But have some fun while you can!

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Blues Poem

Comments about Where The Fun In Getting Old by DEAN WILLIAM JOHNSTON

  • (9/7/2015 10:03:00 AM)

    In fact there is no fun to entertain for oneself who is busy. A good poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015

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