Getting On Poem by Phil Soar

Getting On



My mind cries out for sympathy
My body seeks resource
I'm getting on in life you see
And I'd like a quick divorce
I'd like to split up happily
And find another mate
I fear that I am in this frame
And time is running late

Monday, September 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: age,life
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