We take it for granted,
Our youth, our health, our freedom to live as we wish.
And then we start to age.
Our health gives way to a more bitter dish.
I guess we should be thankful
For the many good years we’ve already had,
Living our life
The way we wanted. It’s sad.
Sad to think this is it.
I still feel young and am young, really.
Now there are limits.
How I wish I still could live my life freely
August 17, 2014
Connie Buchan
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:37 PM UTC
We take it for granted,
Our youth, our health, our freedom to live as we wish.
And then we start to age.
Our health gives way to a more bitter dish.
I guess we should be thankful
For the many good years we’ve already had,
Living our life
The way we wanted. It’s sad.
Sad to think this is it.
I still feel young and am young, really.
Now there are limits.
How I wish I still could live my life freely
August 17, 2014
Connie Buchan
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