You're No Spring Chicken (A Poem)
By Steve West
@zebra2222 (5268)
United States
January 6, 2016 6:39pm CST
Your legs are wobbly.
Your face is saggy.
The wrinkles are up and about.
Your step is slower.
You look much older.
You no longer jump up and shout.
You're no spring chicken,
But that's alright.
Your mind is still fresh and sharp.
You no longer dance to rock and roll.
Instead,
You enjoy listening to the sounds of a harp.
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