AgingA Poem by All 2 SillyAnother silly oneAGING
People age and go to pot
and have a face that looks like rot, accumulating frowns and scowls and baggy eyes and sagging jowls. The hair (If there is hair in sight) gets coarse and wild and turns pure white and youthful looks all disappear while parts of face hang down to here. You stand there thin and frail and bent and wonder where your youth has went or wish there really was no need for human beings to go to seed. Consider then the choice you've got- Go to seed or go to pot... It will not help to rant and rave because your foot is in the grave. In spite of wrinkles by the faceful, do your aging, but, be graceful... © 2011 All 2 Silly |
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Added on June 8, 2011 Last Updated on June 8, 2011 Author
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