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Fly so fast the years they do and my mind is not as once it was, forgetting things such as dates and names and going round as though I´m lost, in every room I stop and wonder why did I come in here, what is it, that I´m looking for, not a clue I fear. Have you seen my reading glasses Yes! she says, you´ve got them on your head, and what about my car keys I´ve looked everywhere, including in the shed, and when I bend, why is it that I always grunt and groan, and my back today, is not the best of backs I am so racked with aches and pains. My eyesight´s not as sharp these days and my hearing, Sorry, what d´you say, no longer do I walk upright and my thinning hair is turning grey, but although the body´s ageing and the memory´s fading fast, my brain still thinks I´m eighteen and I can do things, as I did in the past. So I´m off to run a marathon and the channel I shall swim and when I get home from clubbing I´ll be heading for the gym, I´ve parked my zimmer in the corner and my pillows I have plumped, the douvet I have pulled up tight as I start to snore and dream, and trump.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
Ageing, But Not So Gracefully
Fly so fast the years they do and my mind is not as once it was, forgetting things such as dates and names and going round as though I´m lost, in every room I stop and wonder why did I come in here, what is it, that I´m looking for, not a clue I fear. Have you seen my reading glasses Yes! she says, you´ve got them on your head, and what about my car keys I´ve looked everywhere, including in the shed, and when I bend, why is it that I always grunt and groan, and my back today, is not the best of backs I am so racked with aches and pains. My eyesight´s not as sharp these days and my hearing, Sorry, what d´you say, no longer do I walk upright and my thinning hair is turning grey, but although the body´s ageing and the memory´s fading fast, my brain still thinks I´m eighteen and I can do things, as I did in the past. So I´m off to run a marathon and the channel I shall swim and when I get home from clubbing I´ll be heading for the gym, I´ve parked my zimmer in the corner and my pillows I have plumped, the douvet I have pulled up tight as I start to snore and dream, and trump.
peter-thomas-balch
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
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