Life Slips
Life slips with age.
Gets harder to bend
The world's in a rage
Funerals to attend
Another turned page
Another lost friend
It's like life in a cage
No reward till the end
erals to attend
Another turned page
Another lost friend
It`s like life in a cage
No rewards till the end!
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Sammck
A 68 year old who was housewife & mother. I was married for 47 years, until my husband died. We had 2 sons. Our oldest died when he was 23 years old. Our 2nd son has given us a granddaughter, who we adopted & lived with us from when she was only 9 months old! I am a simple person.
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