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I have to wonder ?, what there will be, for me, to see
during the year head, when I will become sixty three ?
I have to wonder ?, what on this earth will there be,
left of life, on this planet, and for an old man like me.
When one looks upon, from afar, and after a certain age,
when imperfect memories and poor sight set the stage,
- for this old man, who now lives his life in a rusty cage -,
it’s been an arduous journey, all of life, towards the grave
B. J. “A ” 2
November 17th 2004
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2015
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