Age Is Cruel
Age draws closer don't you see,
And it has found a home in me.
I first felt its awesome power,
When I could not tell the hour.
Age took inches from my arms,
And I can no longer read my poems
Without some type of visual aid,
And somehow now I feel betrayed.
I am now wearing glasses,
And as time slowly passes,
I see new wrinkles on my face;
I do, because I now wear glasses.
Oh age how cruel you are!
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