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Apr 2017
Being sixty-two
don't call me old
done more living than you
so I think
I am abler than you
to know my own mind.

Yes some days
I forget names
but is that really important
in this day age and time
I still know
my thoughts are my own.

Only sometimes
dribble down my chin
and that is mostly
when I'm ******
or ******
**** just thought.

This year
I will turn
******* Sixty Three
book my wheelchair
I feel like I'm getting old.
So Not  ***.  P@ul.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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