by Sid de Knees

Created on: May 01, 2008   Last Updated: July 13, 2008

I look like my dad..

I tend to move quite slowly now,
and find aches when I do,
I find that stairs are murderous,
and toe nails grow thick too.

I find my hair becoming thin,
and teeth are sadly missed,
my arms sare thinner than before,
and lips are seldom kissed.

But I have grown distinguished and,
can cope with all the losses,
I still feel so much better than,
those bodies under crosses.

I found a sense of humour too,
I smile since I now know,
where I am is where you will be,
before you blooming know!

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