Life Closes
Snow appearing upon fertile ground
Wrinkles even more abound
Uncle Sam stealing money from my check
Life is a short seeming long trek
Beautiful women passing me by
Excitement gone and can't say why
It takes a miracle to get hard
The whole body turning into tub of lard
Everything I eat adds more weight
Can't even stay up late
Life closes like a book
No more pages for this old snook
Copyright © Chris Broyles | Year Posted 2007
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