The Folds Of My Skin (or Middle Aged Musing)A Poem by GypsyMoonCatIt's an interesting phase when one reaches their 50's. I've noticed I question a lot of things that have always been taken for granted, some of them a wee bit weird ...I wonder if I will die before my time, or when I'm meant to For is
death planned or does it just happen? I need bifocals, but my sight will be split causing me to walk drunkenly (similar to Dave or Mr Cleese) My teeth aren't as good as they once were - they're yellowing methinks and growing fewer and farther between Grey hair ... oh damnable grey hair!! And that skin round my middle, billowing like an empty pillow case, hiding within its folds lost love letters and other tokens of a life well lived © 2018 GypsyMoonCatAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on December 2, 2016 Last Updated on April 28, 2018 AuthorGypsyMoonCatSouth Durras, NSW, AustraliaAboutI write mainly poems, but sometimes do the odd short story or flash fiction. I love poetry, although I'm not keen on the modern three line style, so you won't see many, if not ANY, of those! Been writ.. more..Writing
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