When I Have Grown oldA Poem by TrollyOgreGrowing old is compulsory, growing up is not.
When I have grown old
My shoes will no more fit My hair will reach my waist And perhaps my heart will have a friend, When I have grown old The world will be much smaller The grass will be much greener And I will dance every day because I can, When I have grown old I will not cry for those that I have lost along the way I shall just be pleased that each and every day Will be one step closer to meeting them again. © 2008 TrollyOgreFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on July 20, 2008 AuthorTrollyOgreUnited KingdomAboutDoing an ND in Film & Media studies. Used to write Harry Potter Fan Fiction a LOT, but not for a couple o' years. Got a deviantart and youtube, you can find them at the same name as this if you like.. more..Writing
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