As I get
older
Conversation
turns...
To broken
bones,
Displaying
burns.
I'm colored
like a rainbow now,
Darn near all of
the time...
I bump into so
many things,
You'd think
that I am blind.
I used to
talk about the weather,
If it was warm
or cold...
But now it's all
about what hurts,
Since I am
getting old.
Walking isn't
easy now,
And running is a
chore...
While turning in
the bed at night,
Can make
me wake up sore.
Each wrinkle was
earned though the years,
And given its'
own space...
Chiseled to
perfection now,
Too late to be
erased.
A stroke of luck
though is the fact,
While mirrors do
not lie...
Those wrinkles that stare back at me,
Won't hurt nor
make me cry.
(c) Loree
(Mason) O'Neil
12/06/08
Midi playing
is: Just Blue
