My path is getting narrow
Oh! As old I do grow,
My bones have turned weak
Skin is also wrinkling quick;
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My path is getting narrow Oh! As old I do grow, My bones have turned weak Skin is also wrinkling quick; extraordinary written thanks
This is an outstanding and significant ballad, loved it, dear poet
Outstanding ballad, poet you are obviously a great poet, thanks, I may soon and any time die I always look at the blue sky Try to imagine the very star Once to me was so dear. , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , what a piece of writing
I may soon and any time die I always look at the blue sky Try to imagine the very star Once to me was so dear.
Excellent poem about getting old