The Aging Mind
The Aging Mind
By Franklin Price
5/19/2015
The aging mind is so confusing
As it thinks about my age
Building that I am perusing
Confines me to an old folk's cage
Construction projects done when young
In a day now take a week
My old head is slightly hung
For these things my youth I seek
Yet when the young ask my opinion
My experience may help them out
It's all about the old dominion
What old age is all about
Can't have it all I never could
Some things for young and some for old
Can't do the things that I once would
To think I'm young would be too bold
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