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Pyjama top, buttons just two. Old dressing gown, elbows worn through. Slippers frayed with holes worn at heel. Is this how old age soon will feel? Eyes blurred and spots a float in front Joints ache as you kneel with a grunt. My glasses, they’re, not in their place. Memory is losing the race.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
Old Age
Pyjama top, buttons just two. Old dressing gown, elbows worn through. Slippers frayed with holes worn at heel. Is this how old age soon will feel? Eyes blurred and spots a float in front Joints ache as you kneel with a grunt. My glasses, they’re, not in their place. Memory is losing the race.
.....to be continued (if I remember :-P )
TheExpat
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 6:20 AM UTC
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