ageless
Am I to young to be this old?
even the weather hurts my bones
~
I look in the mirror and I see 35
I turn to walk away and feel 85
~
I really am greatful for a mind such as mine
and greatful for my heart that
is giving and kind.
~
Im shelled in this body thats
broken and tattered.
~
Because the sticks and the stones
have hurt my bones.
I know its the words that really matter.
~
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