Growing Old Ain’t For Sissies

Growing Old “Ain’t” For Sissies Miracle Man 1/28/2025 Advanced age took from me my aspirations, often health matters top my list of concerns. I’ve spent time recovering from ablations, and relive my past expecting no returns. My remaining years are misnamed as gilded, While in many cases they resemble rust. Things I once accomplished I wish I still did, but it's in God’s hands that I still place my trust.
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January 28, 2025 at 9:31 AM
Stay seated until the ride comes to a complete halt:) Its certainly not all its cracked up to be. All you can do is laugh. we're still kickin' Good read, Tom!
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