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Poem About Age

Updated on June 22, 2012

My teeth are false
I wear fake hair
I've got long-johns
Not underwear

My skin is loose
I'm wrinkled deep
I'm growing piles
(The cream 'aint cheap)

I cannot sleep
And when I do
I wet the bed
I swear, it's true

But if you asked
"Wish you were young again?"
Guess what I'd answer...

Of course I wish that, you dozy sod!


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      John Crowley 4 years ago from Sheffield

      Thank you both

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      Gail Louise Stevenson 5 years ago from Mason City

      Very enjoyable poem and very true of old age. Getting old is hard to do, but its so true.

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      Diana L Pierce 5 years ago from Potter County, Pa.

      Funny! Love it.