Do you feel like
you are ripe
at the
right
old age that you are?
Remember when
an hour didn't take forever?
6 hours would melt away like minutes
Sleep either would come
or it wouldn't come at all.
you know you're getting older
when you think of all you didn't do
you know you're getting younger
when you think of all that you can still do.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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