Everyone will grow old someday,
Look back at life and say,
"What a journey I've had,
times of pure happiness, and times when I was sad,
was it all really that long ago?
I thought people said time had begun to slow,
yet here I am, wrinkly and old,
with only glimpses and memories worth gold."
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Poems??
PoetryJust a collection of random poems I've written over time. Have fun reading!