Through the Ages
Gray hairs embrace wrinkles in your face
Father time has given you grace
Slowly the mind starts to fade
Glasses are custom made
As your vision dims
Aches in your limbs
Teeth in jar
Too far
Gone
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2013
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