Aging Agony
I might grow bald...great...(don't tear my confidence apart)
No offense, but I'm old young -
Meaning, old in heart...(in lonely, glad, mad and misunderstood states as of late)
Growing wearier
As the years pass on by...bye...
Youth is not gone yet
I embrace notions
That being old can be good!
If there's pros, there's cons
I might lose my mind (my memory in other outlandish words)
But, I don't mind being wise (better than being foolish and dumb)
Might as well rewind (look back at good ol' times...that flutter away from my dementia-inflicted mind, feeling under a rock and fogginess clouds my mind as I unwind for a time...dreading the fact that I was and will be left behind and a long-lost lamb, willing to be found)
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