Growing Old
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When I'm an older woman
I might move a little slower.
My dancing days behind me now,
I'll probably stop more to smell
the flowers.
I'll never be the type to be
weak and frail, I spent too
many years of my life
raising hell.
Growing old isn't anything
to be scared of, I'm sure.
Now growing old without you
is something I can't endure.
©SamHarty
Copyright © Sam Harty | Year Posted 2024
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