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About This Poem
Those Golden Years
It's said that growing old is just a part of life
Truth be told I could do without the strife
Could do without the wrinkles everywhere
And cellulite it grows round my derriere
Where is all the wisdom,I should now possess
Instead I find my mind in some what of a mess
No crown of white hair sits upon my head
Only colors of a rainbow seem to grow instead
What happened to my golden years
Did they pass me by,where the heck was I
Alas,It is just another fairy tale written on a page
Those golden years are simply called old age
carolann crowley rewite 3/9/2012
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