Refined Old Age
When I was young,
I ran my tongue.
And what is worse,
I loved to curse.
It’s true there’s loss
When we get old.
But what remains,
Refined like gold.
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H/T to Where I Once Walked by Gershon Wolf
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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