OLD
Some people say I’m growing old & I say what do you mean. Just because my hair is white & I more and more wrinkles to come and stay, my hearing has to have aids, my steps aren’t as long & fast as they used to be & I’ve forgotten who memory was & maps are more welcome. I still have kind & loving families and friends who accept me just as I am even if they think I’m a little different and weird.
Have fun just didn’t want to miss out & have you forget me.
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