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WORN OUT
Longing for those days to come,
Remember ones when time was fun,
All I needs my heart again,
Nothing here just feels the same.
Could it be I’m growing old?
When you here of stories told,
Of people slowing down in time,
Would it be this time is mine?
I see the kids all running round,
All I can do is stop sit down,
Worn out and tired need of rest,
Have to try to get my breath.
How I’d love those days from back,
When I was fit not so fat,
When I could run and kick a ball,
But now I stumble trip and fall.
Guess I should go down to the gym,
Get myself fit stop smoking,
Then with my kids I could play,
Just like times of yesterday.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004
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WORN OUT
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