Time Is Precious
You know you’re getting old,
When you’re no longer feeling so hot or cold.
You know you’re becoming old,
When your locks of hair are no longer colored so bold.
You know you’re turning older,
Whe you stop carrying things on your shoulder.
You know you’re so much older,
When others begins treating you in ways so much colder.
You know you’ll soon be too old,
So go, ‘cause life is more essential than any karat of gold.
You’ll know when you’re suddenly older,
So before then, go and let yourself be all the bolder.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2022
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