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Getting Older


I 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




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