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Getting Older

They say age is just a number, but its much more than that. Now everything I eat or drink just somehow turns to fat. I used to kick a soccer ball all over sunny fields of green but now I throw my knee out just pulling on my jeans . My auburn hair that hung in waves, long and full of sheen, is now short and white, stands on end, and makes me look quite mean . Old age isn't for the faint of heart. You need to be tough as a boot and forget about those days gone by when you were young and cute. You need to develop a thick skin. (Though in truth its thinner than ever) Words no longer phase you and your retorts have become quite clever. Yes, growing old is really the pits. Like living under a curse. But on the flipside of getting older, the alternative is worse.

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Date: 7/31/2025 3:45:00 PM
I am getting daily feelings that are quite similar to yours. Remember what Mick Jagger sang in "Mother's Little Helper"? "What a drag it is getting old"
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Francine Roberts
Date: 7/31/2025 8:58:00 PM
so nice to hear from you, I hope you're keeping well
Date: 7/22/2025 4:06:00 PM
Hi Francine, saw a comment you posted on a poem of mine many years ago, accurate treatise on aging! Hoping your well, jamesy
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Francine Roberts
Date: 7/22/2025 8:32:00 PM
thank you , so nice to see a familiar name, I don't visit this site often enough, hope you are well

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