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Once I was young

And now I grow old;

My fling has been flung

And hot blood runs cold.

 

Yet the mind 

Can still find

Its pleasures and treasures

To benefit old age

In pleasing measures.

 

And the refuge of bed

Provides for the head

And relaxing relief

From the body instead.

 

Old Age has its uses,

Aware of life's abuses,

Learn from its lessons -

There are no excuses!

.........................................................

 

◄ A POX UPON THIS PARADOX

WOKE'S WEAK! ►

Comments

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John Coopey

Mon 7th Feb 2022 12:12

Flings all flung, MC? I bet not!

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 6th Feb 2022 12:33

Thanks for the comments and the "likes".

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John Botterill

Fri 4th Feb 2022 17:28

I definitely relate to this MC especially the section on sleeping!

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 4th Feb 2022 16:52

Highly enjoyable, rhyming stuff, MC.

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