Harder These Days
as though the wheels are no longer greased
The paper has been folded too many times
I can no longer hope to get out the crease
The air is changing with the seasons
the leaves dance around on the streets
The autumn rain is cold and damp
You can't beat Father Time - he cheats!
I remember a time when things used to be so easy. I have a great memory so those days seem just like yesterday. I guess I wasn't paying too much attention because at one point or another, things got harder. Nothing is automatic anymore. My knees aren't 30 yet but my heart feels like it is and I have to practice saying that I am. Thirty. Thirty? *sigh. Peace out.
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