The wheels are turning rusty

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Open Poetry #36

The wheels are turning rusty

Rick
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since 2001-06-21

Posts 2903
Victoria, Australia

0 posted 2005-09-12 06:50 AM

The wheels are turning rusty
As I’m slowly growing old
I’m slowing and it’s harder
When the days are getting cold

A few more aches and pains now stay
That once I never knew
The years are passing quickly
Though it seems but just a few

There’s not much time to just enjoy
So little time to live
Tomorrow turns into next year
Where more we’ll need to give

The attic’s getting empty
And there’s cobwebs on the wall
The places that were once so filled
Now echo one and all

And friends although once many
Now rarely seem to call
One or two still seem to care
But who does care at all?

My basement’s damp and muddy
The cellars out of drink
I’ll soon be fuddy duddy
And find I cannot think

But then I’ll just be smiling
Chatting mostly to a friend
Not thinking of what used to be
Or worried of the end

Nightshade