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Age

They say age is a number and its true until you reach a high one then fear sets in and dreams become a terror up until sun. You don't want to go but sometimes staying is not so good, you would like to have a real answer, what you'd do if you could. Some folks grow very old and live to share their time then others have a shortened while living on a smoke and a dime. I hear the music playing every night as I close my weary eyes wishing I had told more truth and many fewer lies. Ambition can be a killer or a highway to the stars but I have had so much in 60 years I am all the way to Mars. I do not want to go an easy way, I want to make a noise I want to shout my words to all, with a little class and poise. If I can't then I guess I will stay, at least until tomorrow I am not sure about the constant pain and sorrow. Copyright...WHC Jan./2014
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wayne-h-colegate
77 / M / Canadian
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Jan 28, 2014
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