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Fighting 'Growing Old'

Fighting “Growing Old”
                     by Bob Moore © 2019
On the inside I still feel the same
as I did in my youth
just an extra pain or two
it’s the outside tells the truth

A grey hair here, a wrinkle there
a scar where somethings mended
a sudden pain if I move too fast
where a couple of joints have blended

I used to climb the hills of home
now, climbing out of beds a chore
Used to jump up in the mornings
just can’t do that any more

But inside I feel I really could
if I still had the nerve
take to the hills, sleep on the ground
if my backbone didn’t curve

So I will take my walking stick
and do what I am told
“Don’t jump over that puddle Pop
you know, you are too old.”

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