Category : Poems

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There's so much written about getting old there's very little left to write. 
How we lose everything like our teeth, our hair,  our memory and even our sight.
But there's one thing we have that's exclusive to us, can be shared, but not given away.
It's our memories we have, our lessons learned, and the price that we had to pay.
We watch our children follow that road that we so tried to go the right way.
There are signposts that point, a path that's been trod, lots of people all having a say.
But no matter what choices they make, if they follow what they've been told. They will never get all that they want, and will end up like me; GROWING OLD.