Find that time is catching up
With this old body of mine.
Can't seem to weather the storms,
As once I was able too.
Yet pity me not, for I am young
And thoughts still come to me.
The mind remains strong
And lets me know what's bothering me.
Oft times I'd rather forget
Why this or that is aching me.
Still I know I've been blessed,
In having lived this long.
budd
Love ya!
Jane
Keep on truckin' big guy.
John
Cindy