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eye of the Advancing X'er

Older
Not any more wiser
Slower
my feet cannot run that 100 mile dash no longer
Vision
It is getting blurry with each passing day
I will no longer whine
It is the inevitable aging time
God has spoken
The Graying follicles have awoken
An x'er to face
the advancing years without elegance or grace
ARE YOU GETTING THERE TOO??

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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