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Sep 2021
In six days I will turn 73.
When I was young, a little boy,
I always thought 40 was old.

When I was 40 years old,
I thought 80 was old.

Now I'm 72, I still like to rock
and roll every night and
listening to classic rock is one
of my favorite pastimes.

Nursing homes I will never go,
because I'm smart as a whip,
not thoughtless and old.

People treat me very strange,
as if I'm dying or deranged.

But I'm just fine,
now that I'm approaching 80 and
thought of as old.

I just laugh and think,
wait until they're 80 years old.                                       Jon York    2021
Jon York
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Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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