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Age Defining

Crackle, snap, pop! Now common sounds of waking up. Thankful for a new day start, while dealing with old body parts. Oh by gone days, what use to be, all these years, took it's toll on me. But in my mind I think I'm fine, those youthful days left far behind. Todays endeavor, just do my best, perhaps I need a little rest. With age and wisdom come other things, it's praises, no doubt, I will not sing. A little creak here, a little leak there, and now I find, I cannot hear. The golden years, oh glory be, can't wait to see, the future me!

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Date: 9/19/2023 6:52:00 AM
I did indeed enjoy this visit. And, responses suggest interest in an Old Poet's Club, to explore relationships our Wise Elders failed to mention.
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Date: 7/18/2017 8:53:00 PM
I came back for some more. But where are your joyful poems, from when you had your wife? You're showing too much talent to have just begun to write poems.
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Date: 7/17/2017 5:41:00 PM
Right?! Heading for the unknown! Nice one!
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Mark Hughes
Date: 7/17/2017 7:25:00 PM
Thanks Kim! Can't wait, Or?
Date: 7/17/2017 5:16:00 PM
ha ha ha yes gone are the days of the rice Krispies in the bowl ... I hear these sounds without opening the cupboard lol:-) hugs Jan xx
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Mark Hughes
Date: 7/17/2017 7:24:00 PM
Thanks Jan! Misery loves company.
Date: 7/17/2017 4:28:00 PM
Very nice write , we all feel the same :)
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Mark Hughes
Date: 7/17/2017 4:36:00 PM
Thanks Glen, my condolences to you!

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