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TIME CAUGHT ME
I gaze into the mirror,
It’s me, who’s looking back,
But the age is creeping in,
I’m steering back at cracks.
I close my eyes and shudder,
For I was not really shore,
Then opened them real slowly,
To have a look once more.
My hear line is reclining,
I’m thinning out on top,
I used to have a mope,
But know there’s not a lot.
My eyes are looking tired,
Darkening round the edge,
A young man once looked in,
An old one now instead.
Once was without glasses,
But now my eyes they fade,
Each day I have to wear them,
Can’t throw the things away.
I know we all grow older,
But boy it’s creeping up,
Years go bye there faster,
That’s it it’s steaming up.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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