Love Poem: Growing Old
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Written by: Sam Harty

Growing Old

When I'm an older woman 
I might move a little slower. 
My dancing days behind me now, 
I'll probably stop more to smell 
the flowers. 

I'll never be the type to be 
weak and frail, I spent too 
many years of my life 
raising hell. 

Growing old isn't anything 
to be scared of, I'm sure. 
Now growing old without you 
is something I can't endure.

©SamHarty