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Jan 2024
I expect that as people get older the older they become
and if that is true I can't see the fun in it.

Even after all those black-outs
my hair turned to the colour of snow
wrinkles creased into road maps
and
I take frequent naps,
but
old I ain't,

I can still paint the town red
but to be honest
watching Netflix in bed
is
one of my favourite things,

burning up more oxygen
learning on the go
racing ahead of advancing years,
hair
still as white as snow.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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