The Onset of Old Age
The Onset of Old age
Written: by Miracle Man
1-20-2019
Was when our get up and go,
Had suddenly skedaddled.
And with serious health issues,
We suddenly found ourselves saddled.
But this hasn't left us,
Entirely broke Just slightly bent.
Leaving nothing to fight over,
Has become our intent.
At death, what remains,
Those feeling entitled will fight.
Seeing our death's as a windfall,
And perhaps their birthright?
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