Poetry: Growing old - by R.S. Coke

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by R.S. Coke

Created on: May 15, 2008

Life

The woman was pretty
And the man was quite witty
Or so I've been told & told & told.

The woman now worn
And the man was quite torn
Or so I've been told & told & told.

From sewing the yarn,
And work in the barn.
Raising a family,
Trying to live happily.
Yearning to learn,
But having to earn.
Rising at dawn,
And learning to mourn.

The woman's turned cold,
And the man was quite old.
Or so I've been & told & told.

Now they're both dead,
Laid head to head
Or so I've been & told & told.

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