Poetic-Verses
getting old
my skin is getting wrinkled my hair is turning grey
my eyesight it is fading every single day.
my bones are getting achy my body growing old
blood pressures not to good i always feel so cold
the stairs they are a struggle when getting to the top
two steps at a time then a little stop
but when the time does come to set my spirit free
with the angels up in heaven is the place where i will be
my eyesight it is fading every single day.
my bones are getting achy my body growing old
blood pressures not to good i always feel so cold
the stairs they are a struggle when getting to the top
two steps at a time then a little stop
but when the time does come to set my spirit free
with the angels up in heaven is the place where i will be
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getting old
getting old
