Getting Old Poem by Phil Soar

Getting Old



It takes a breath of air to make me feel alive
To chill me whan the weathers rather cold
And so as days go on I try to pass my time
Imagining that I'm not getting old

Monday, June 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny,old age
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