Eighty-Six
Every day has become a rerun.
Impervious to age is an untruth.
Glass is no longer half full.
Hasty decisions never turn out well.
Tough Old Bird will be my claim to fame.
Yesterdays garner most of my thoughts.
Sheltered in the arms of God.
Indolence was never my choice.
Xeroxing is replacing my memory.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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