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I am a work of art, A colorful canvas now shaded gray, I am suddenly clueless in my own dementia, Wrinkled paper mache, Stories to tell but long forgotten, Faded memories make me smile, My complex concentration so frustrating, Everything should be a no brainer but it's not, Peace of mind is a struggle inside my head, My visual perception is altered and is watercolored and muted, Youth was a blunder to me, I have more wrinkles but fewer doubts, My fear is my vanity, Growing old is a privilege, denied by many. Not I. I am a classic beauty.
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
old woman
I am a work of art, A colorful canvas now shaded gray, I am suddenly clueless in my own dementia, Wrinkled paper mache, Stories to tell but long forgotten, Faded memories make me smile, My complex concentration so frustrating, Everything should be a no brainer but it's not, Peace of mind is a struggle inside my head, My visual perception is altered and is watercolored and muted, Youth was a blunder to me, I have more wrinkles but fewer doubts, My fear is my vanity, Growing old is a privilege, denied by many. Not I. I am a classic beauty.
karen-champagne
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
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