Quatrain of Getting Old
For real
I never thought I would get old,
I didn't think I would die,
it just wasn't the
season.
Of course I still feel like I did
as a child, never knowing
the right answer nor
reason.
There are some hints God has
given, my physical frame
is not limber, the aches,
real,
It is the separation of the soul
from reality that reminds
me, old age I cannot
conceal.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10823
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Quatrain of Getting Old -- 10823 - Yorktown Disciple
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