December 5th 1938
December 5th 1938
Written: by Miracle Man
December 5th 2020
So many things I can no longer do,
The sun rises daily on my annoying pain.
God has blessed me with long life, it’s true,
that things are okay I’m forced to feign.
Each day seems worse than the one before,
so I try to joke and keep things light.
The things I love doing are becoming a chore,
and not many things bring me delight.
Today, I’m eighty two and I’m still kicking,
When I was born God broke the mold.
But I know soon my clock will cease ticking,
and for the first time in my life,
I feel old.
There is no Santa Clause and age isn’t just a number. lol
Tom
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2020
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