In my 60's I sat on my couch thinking,
Last days I was counting my eyes blinking.
My chasenut brown hair,
As I age turning white and moving along with the thin air.

Thinking of the past,
Made me think and over think that nothing did ever last.
Looking outside the window,
imagining the falling snow.

Every bit of my past years,
My success, my failures and my tears.
My face full of wrinkles look like gold,
I am no more young now I am old...





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