Every Day I'm Older
Everyday, I get older
my knees ache and so does my shoulder
I wonder what's the point
as there is pain in every joint.
Who said these are the golden years?
a fool hearty middle ager escaping life's tears?
Time doesn't always heal all wounds, in truth
they recycle and return the karma of our youth.
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