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As We Get Old

AS WE GET OLD As we get old, so we are told we tend to forget many things, and yet, Some things are not forgettable. We'll remember some we can't forget. We can't remember being born, but we can't forget when we are torn by love or death and of things we've shorn. We'll never forget the first of things, of first loves and wedding rings. We remember some friends and changes and trends. But names are just lost somewhere in our brain. No matter the cost our mind seems to wane. We remember events but not of the sense of people and places or names or what tense. Things just seem to happen as we get old, our hair gets thin and we lose our hold of names and times when we were once bold. Our minds seem to wander as we get old of things we should ponder. Then we are told to remember the times when we were bold and had a good life before getting old. But most important of all, for things big or small, We should never forget as if it were gloved, who we are, what we did and who we loved.

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