GROWING OLD

Twilight years are here already

Barely blinked an eye

Stumbling down the street again – unsteady on the balance

It can’t be that I’m growing old – the paving needs repair

See a neighbour in the distance – or, is it someone else?

Eyes have never failed me – must be the dimming light

No bother to go out dancing – of course I’ll be there

Pretty frock and dainty shoes will be my full attire

Last waltz we’ll dance together embraced in each others’ arms

So sorry I couldn’t make it…the rocking chair needs repair…

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