Ageing for some is their learning to come,the older i get do i
worry or fret,some folk develop a skill this self do try to put
some plain words together,but time itself can bring some solace,
when standing at the kitchen sink,it makes think of pen and ink,
words don't flow from the spout of a tap,though water is best,
whenever it's clear,i simply now have to digress,that's a plus
for me i guess,life's always more until one makes it sound less,
time won't wait it shows us our fate,this aged i may sit and sigh,
unlike the birds up in the sky,who knows some day i may learn to fly quite high,just this pensioner's glad goodbye.
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