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Best Ill Health Poems


My Expiry Date's Past
The face in the mirror 
Looks back at me
It’s not a face 
I’m happy to see
It’s withered and aged 
Like a wrinkled old prune
My expiry date’s past
God, please let me die soon

My bones they do creak
Like an old rocking chair
My aches and my pains
Throw me...

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© Mike Toole  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: ill health, funny, health, sad,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things