Monday, November 17, 2008

“OLD”

“OLD”


When I will get old
I won’t be all that bold
And will frequently have a cold.

I will need a stick to hold
My house may be sold
And then I will have stories told.

My clothes my daughter will fold
My son will inherit my ring of gold
My grandkids I’ II have to mold.

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