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Where's My Walker? (I'm Getting Old)
by Jersey D GibsonI've got a gray patch of hair on my head,
it's been there for a while.
At least I still got some hair,
keeping it with current style.
No wrinkles at least, or liver spots,
by my license belies my age.
I'm trying to subtract a few years,
but we're not on the same page.
AARP has started mailing me pamphlets,
life insurance has risen the rate.
Dang, I forgot where I placed my walker,
getting old is a crappy fate. 02/24/2005 Author's Note: I turn 23 Monday, Feb28. Soon, car insurace will drop for me.
Posted on 02/25/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 02/25/05 at 03:42 AM gee thanks Jersey ~ I turned 30 one week and one day ago, 23 seemed like yesterday (just wait, 30 will creep up on you when you least expect it) Happy (early) Birthday! :) |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 02/28/05 at 10:20 PM Hah! you just wait. 50 comes up in no time at all and then you'll know just how young you were right now! |
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