The Old Rusty Gate
The old rusty gate Could not hang straight It had way too many years on it It needed dads tool kit.
When were young We hung on the gate and swung Going back and forth But never north.
As we grew up The gate and us were no longer a new pup The weather got the best of us We were not going to cause a fuss.
The old rusty gate needs
Some paint and some beads Like when we were kids She needs some new digs.
Date Written: 6/22/2022
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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