Monday, April 28, 2014
My Creeping, Crabbing Age Comments
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My creeping, crabbing Age and my far sailing Youth
Antagonists to each other, like two foes beyond any measure
My sweet Youth was full of excitements and days of pleasure,
My Age is now full of anguish, worries, care and unpleasant truth;
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8/17/2025 7:34:17 AM # 1.0.0
I often say that I am still seventeen...but with over thirty years experience! My bones are aging quicker than my spirit....Luckily my imagination keeps me in the playgrounds of faded youth. Well done poem....PEACE