This Poem was Submitted By: arnie s WACHMAN On Date: 2005-01-01 19:25:52 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Seven Decades Ago?

Click click click The years settle down    Them bones Oh them dry bones Synovial fluids not withstanding 206 of dem bones age has a way of settling things From pompadour to bald pate From the eyes of an eagle …to graduated lenses From orthodenture …to upper plate from the star athlete …to the rocking chair champion From 5 ft 8 to 5 ft 6 These boots were made for walking …and skiing, and running, and… Hold on folks  This is a new year Do I hear them bells? Do I hear that heavenly music? It’s Van Morrison, and the Beatles and Van Clyburn, and Tony Bennett, and Hold on there…it’s all in my head It’s all in my head I ain’t done yet… Oh Mr. Wachman It’s time for your bath!

Copyright © January 2005 arnie s WACHMAN

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Getting old(er) is a journey isn't it?

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