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When did I start,
Getting old,
Overweight,
Fat and slow?
When did I start,
Sucking wind,
After a few steps,
Or walking up a slow hill crest?
When did I start,
getting gray,
Losing my hair,
With a foot, in my grave?
When did I start,
eating so much,
Not caring,
Whether my clothes fits,
Or not?
When did I satrt,
losing intrest, in sex?
Well, not all at one time,
I can still, handle myself.
When did I start,
Crying, when alone at night?
Missing my children,
Thinking, of the good old times,
Even while the sunshine.
By: William Bonilla
02/19/03
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I think one can do no more, than to paint the honesty, as it holds their soul that one day in time.
For no greater words do ride higher in beauty and impact in my view, than the ones that are strewn in honesty of heart.
I applaud the authors heart and words this day.
No William, few know the journey of which you do speak my friend, until the very day we arrive!
Rodney Evan Bohen
old.
this is a good write
john+
now I am no "tigerlily" anymore....but a real pedagree "Cactus"
Love
Tinka
This is poignant and beautifully done.
Chrissie
Both beautiful and heartfelt!
Sandie Angel :o) a.k.a. May Lu $*_*$
Reindeer
yf
tony
William