The Old Gray Mare

Old gray mare ain’t what she used to be
Aging in almost every way you see
Her hair turning white
Teeth losing their bite
Sleeping less deeply every single night
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Bangalee Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 12:54 AM
old age- faded glory of life phase! ///
Krutsinger Avatar
February 27, 2020 at 12:59 AM
Yes, the glory days. Smile. Smile.
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