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About This Poem
Nothing Sucks Like Being Old
My thoughts frequently fixate on things,
Camouflaged with fog due to time's floe.
Prior to aging slithering in and causing,
Treasured gratifications of my life to go.
Age has had its way of changing things,
Not for my betterment I forthwith say.
While my mind remains at a willing stage,
Health issues prohibit transit to that day.
Life has been, in a way, a promissory note,
A time and date for all things to come due,
My credit for song and dance is terminated,
Now, it's "pay the fiddler who played for you";
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