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Carol Filter (King)
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Marianne Fites
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William Foster
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Judi Fredin
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Rick Fria
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Getting old ain't for kids!

 

Lookin’ back where I been, seems like a flash,

Youth, health and vigor, thought it would last.

I’m dizzy, even tipsy, need glasses to see,

But I swear I can see back there … me.

 

Love and good fortune are elusive, it’s true;

And the forks I have chosen led me to you.

When I think about travelin’ thru life at warp speed

There were many bright stars on the way I can see.

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Somewhere it seems to be safe.

Where I look for myself, get in touch with the truth.

Forgiveness, compassion for things that I did;

Getting’ old…it ain’t for kids.

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Love is the part that brings smiles to my face;

Warm up the heart, find a well-spring of grace.

Hopin’ it lands before wastin’ my life;

Only found the right fork when I took my wife.

 

When you pass by the milestones open your eyes;

take your time on the journey, take a breath not a sigh.

When I got to this place, I’m so tired and sore;

Seems the years disappear, still I’m hopin’ for more.

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I write about places and familiar faces;

Struggle to remember the details.

I hear through the fog and see through the sound;

Woven in there, somewhere…. I am found.

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Losin’ weight, stayin’ fit, keeping body and mind;

It’s a challenge I’m facing, thinkin’ years I might find.

This place seems a long way from yesterday’s youth;

Tryin’ to face up to being long in the tooth.

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Not for the faint of heart nor youth so it seems;

They can’t see far ahead nor the cracks in the seams.

Don’t have the God-mind to see how they did;

Getting’ old…. it ain’t for kids.

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When I try to remember, and whitewash my life;

It’s a trick we all do, cut the bad with a knife.

When the top of the hill in the mirror’s in view;

You can bet up ahead, every day, there’s less new.

 

Somewhere I slipped into place;

And the truth can be told by the lines in my face.

Slowin’ down, gently breakin’, easing into my space;

Now I’m parkin’ all the things I once did.

Comin’ out from the vale where I hid.

Realizing I’m no longer a kid.

Farewell to the past I must bid.

Getting’ old….. it ain’t for kids.
        I wrote this in 2010!!

 

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