Getting Old
You know, my dear
How getting old
Sometimes plays tricks on us
Things become hard to remember
So Google has to come to our aid
And I jokingly say, don’t you worry, baby
Both our half minds combined
Works just fine
How your patient smile forgivingly
Takes my unrest away
And your hand casually finds mine
Listening to the same old story
Over and over again
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You’re currently reading “Getting Old,” an entry on Gladius Poeticus
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- augustus 22, 2013 / 12:26 pm
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- English Poetry, Poëzie Algemeen, Poëzie Romantiek
Gladius Poeticus 
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