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Mike Hauser
Poems
Dec 2016
When I'm Eighty-Four
First off let me say
I've reached that ripe old age
Can I get a show of hands
Of those who have lost a friend
They are dying right and left
Losing out on their life's bet
No ones more surprised at the fact
That I haven't joined them yet
They're all whistling out a dirge
Flying off like Northern birds
Before the first snow fall
And Winter chills us all
Just keep an eye on Deaths arthritic hand
And watch for who he grabs hold next
Most likely it's someone I know
Pack them up and lay them low
Do I really need to say
I've reached the ripe old age
That all the people close to me
Have either left or are soon to leave
I have an 84 year old friend that is spending most of his time these days visiting friends in the hospital or the funeral home.
Written by
Mike Hauser
Sunny Florida
(Sunny Florida)
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