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Forty Seven

At sixty you've spent twenty years in bed
And two years of eating when your fifty
I've stopped counting the grey hairs on my head
My skin is loose and everything's squishy

My spine's compressing, causing me to shrink
The birthmark on my face, now on my neck
Crows feet are one thing, I've got spiders feet
One thing after another, I expect

Do I qualify for seniors rebate ?
Clerk asks at the store who looks about ten
Forty seven, do I look sixty eight ?
I cannot handle that happening often

I'm ok with the aging endeavour
I feel as though I've been here forever

August 22, 2016

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Date: 9/23/2016 2:17:00 PM
Creative way to go with the contest..Thanks for participating..Congrats on your placement..Sara
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Date: 9/22/2016 4:33:00 PM
Congratulations on your placement. Cute and funny.
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Date: 9/7/2016 8:59:00 AM
Congrats Tanis, for your placement with this funny piece!! ;-)
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Date: 9/2/2016 8:24:00 PM
Tanis! lol very funny sonnet! congrats on your placement :)-luloo
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Date: 8/27/2016 6:04:00 PM
Dear Tanis, a very cute poem on the aging process. I used to get by looking ten years younger than my sister (we are only one year apart), and now they ask if I am her mother! But I am alive so I don't care, so I usually say "No I am her grandmother", then they think I look great! Betty
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Date: 8/24/2016 10:50:00 AM
This is nice and absolutely beautiful. I love every it of this piece of yours and I am happy reading from the creativity of your wonderful mind after a long period of time.
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