The fountain of youth
That flowed so easily.
Has run its mile of last,
And now must ride downhill.
Blessed was I, for many years,
When trouble knew not my name.
But what passes you bye is waiting
For the next round to pick you up.
Can't complain, though it does help.
Especially when the dogs nip you ass.
Must get a move on or stagnate.
Life has many more doors to open.
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Love ya!
Jane