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Poem of the Week
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This Old Man
By Ralph Adams
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Today I looked in the mirror,
And an aging face I see.
A balding spot upon my head,
Where my hair used to be.
The hair I used to have upon my head,
Was brown, curly and light.
But now what is left upon my head,
ls now a snowy white.
Each morning I used to jump out of bed,
So amble fresh and sleek,
Now when I jump out of bed,
My bones begin to creak.
When I put my foot upon the floor,
My leg would get a cramp.
Will I make it down the stairs?
Or replace it with a ramp.
Now I notice in my Golden Years,
All my wrinkles will be erased,
If I meet each aching day,
With a smile upon my face.
Now when I leave this earth,
And my tour of duty is done,
I hope people will remember me,
This old and happy "son of a gun".
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