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Getting OlderI look into the mirror every day, Seeing my hair a little more gray; My eyes not what they use to be, At least not able as clear to see. It seems as though with the ear, Now seems to be harder to hear; I use to hear the very soft sound, Now not sure if someone is around. My nose seems to run all the time, Sniffling and sneezing be a crime; Out of breath when run too fast, Not the same as it was in the past. More aches and pains as I awake, Getting out of bed my knees shake; It is no longer jumping out of bed, More like a crawling out instead. But I know without a doubt, That when this body wears out; God replaces it with a new one. Everlasting like for His Son. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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