Tuesday, 15 June 2010

One Hundred and Twenty Nine

As I grow older my body fails,
My skin it wrinkles and it pales.
My joints stiffen, my eyes go dim,
I find it harder to stay slim.

Yet through it all my mind survives,
Thoughts buzzing like bees in hives,
Ideas pop up, I think I'm clever.
I hope it stays this way forever!

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