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Poem 1: A Beginning

I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Friday, June 24, 2011

Poem 252: Age Pains

my teeth hurt when I woke this morn
my back hurt when I stood
my toes feel like they've all been broke
my knees do not feel good
my eyes see spots quite blackened-out
my voice is raspy when I shout
and if I listen close I hear
time's echo ringing in aged ears

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