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I Got Old

by james-m-vines89

I get up more than I used to, sleep seems to allude me. I ache in places that I never used to, when I move I sound like creaking wood. I keep misplacing my glasses and keys. Im not sure where they are half of the time. I have trouble seeing fine print. I get weak in the knees. As I stand in front of the mirror, I smile and ask what happened to me. I wash my face and comb what hair I have left. Then I start my day, lots of people didn't make it this far. I hope I don't get in your way. If I do happen to slow you down, just remember you might well be old one day.
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