Growing Older
I use to be pretty, now I'm porky
I use to be thin, now I' m thick
I use to be anxious to fall in love
sometime love can make you sick.
I use to have teeth, now I"m toothless
I use to be young, now I"m old.
I use to dream of being rich and famous
I'am still searching for that pot of gold.
I use to think I could get over the things
I"m used to but,
the only thing that has really changed
is my age and time.
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