I could not believe it when I found this poem in my folder, written ten years ago. Where as the time gone?
Another birthday, another year
Extra wrinkles now I fear
The years fly by at such a speed
It must be the hectic life I lead
I remember when I reached forty
How I rebelled, I was quite naughty
Yes age is a number………but
I don’t want to be old and stuck in a rut
I will have to keep an active mind
Exciting hobbies, I will find
No not knitting or bingo playing
Something exciting that won’t cause greying
I least I don’t look forty-nine
It must be all the cleaning, no drinking wine
The hair dye is worth its weight in gold
That’s one of the dilemmas of getting old.
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