Fades Time
time fades us all like old parchment,
till it becomes personality time,
the prettiest thorn mongst the roses
wilt have you a laughing just fine
Don
it all comes down to the inner voice,
your spirit onboard has the choice,
to be a grumpy Mole,
or enjoy being old,
personality is the force,
who rides upon your horse,
where laughter doth unfold...
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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