Old Age Is Not a Joy
Old age is not a joy. Man's strength not so good.
My wife, consoling, whispers in my ear: -
No need to kill yourself. Oh, dear!
I love soft toys since my childhood.
Copyright © Alex Klugman | Year Posted 2020
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