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I never lie; The scarred And ruined Image Before you, A once Hopeful girl, Now a desolate Woman Who is Tiring of The world And it's Constant Struggle, Is the Truth.
Her back so crooked, Her fingers so gnarled. Mouth in a grimace, And then she snarled. Wrinkled face, Front teeth bared. Bloodshot and wide, Her eyes were scared.
On the naughty-step of life. Is where I spend most of my days. Showing up kids or being rude. Messing around rarely acting my age. From my little cold seat. A view from here on the bottom stair.
Everywhere I go these days, My name keeps popping up. Vera this and Vera that...people just shut up.
My road of life has turned straight,. Clarity, I await with breath a'bait,. For all those twists and turns,. The enemies and lovers yearned,. Narled oaks stood proud through time,.
I'm an old wrinkly. But I don't mind. My teeth sit before me. Snuggled in wine. I might have a wobbly when crossing the road. And can't read a thing. Without glasses of old. But I still like to laugh.
I remember the horror. When I looked in the mirror. And saw a single white hair. I remember the horror. When I looked in the mirror. And saw the wrinkles coming in pairs. I remember the horror.
Sitting here in the waiting room, Slowly realising my appointment is overdue. There's all manner of characters abound, Such as old men with walking sticks Carrying diseases just waiting to be found.
Sorry for everything that you think about me and all things that I do that upset you, I Didn't mean to make you mad I only want to embrace what we've had, I know you love me with all your soul, for...
#slinkingcat An old tom cat, I don't slink I sit and I take paws to think Built for comfort, not for speed Pads and pencil all I need Been known to tell a little tail Full of love and rarely...
Memories: They're something we look back on, To bring us a smile when we are down. To envisage a person, Much rather than wearing a frown.
I've come to the conclusion I'm losing my mind My family are supportive, and oh so kind I put the milk in the cupboard when I've made my tea Look in the microwave for sugar you see Open the...
84 years young you'd have been. And I sit imagining all the things you'd have seen. I remember the last birthday. Where you got your own way. I drove 421 miles. Just to make you smile.
I always thought life would be just as I wanted it for me. I just let it happen without a plan and I would proceed as I began.
She sits at a window Combing her hair, Softly and quietly Like its precious and rare, A gleaming white hand Under shimmering light, Hair golden by day, Just as golden by night As if Midas...
Alla är så rädda för ensamheten Som om aids och ensamheten vore det värsta En människa kan drabbas av Och smittsamma sjukdomar är det Aids genom blod och kroppsvätskor som blandas Men ensamheten är...
Be warned...It's not pleasant..xxx The neighbours, at last, have stopped shagging, How the hell did they both survive that. He's about 80 with very short legs and she is as blind as a bat...
With my last twenties birthday fast approaching tomorrow, and then facing the big 30 next year, i found my favourite quotes that i feel sum me up and keep me from becoming and old grump...
#youngwritershousehold The days when he was sane, When he rocked in his chair. The musty smell of cigars, Before he was put in care. Now he still rocks, Just without a normal mind.
One day, When I am older I will sip From a champagne glass And then wipe the stain My lipstick has made Off the rim With my thumb When I am older, I will break the hearts Of many adoring men And...
Buildings surround what was once open spaces. Houses and homes bring new interesting faces. And I stand just a little bit taller. Than the first girl I kissed when I was two feet smaller.
#household @Timmsyy Upon broken old shelves The books lay lifeless No ones read them in years These books crusted with age here And it seems no one would even look Upon the old tales and stories...
What sad symposiums these walls echo. Fleeting glimpses of times gone by, Of shadows hinted at in half-seen meetings... And what ovated orchestras these columns whisper.
A year or so ago my nan passed away. When she was here we didn't have much to say. I was her first grandchild which didn't seem to mean much. And through the years we didn't really keep in touch.