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Age is just a number Beauty is just pride No matter how you look, what counts Is how you feel inside As the years roll by And wrinkles replace youth Gain wisdom and experience You are the living...
The faded oak framed photograph hung in pride of place over the hearth of the ramshackle cottage. An old smack in full sail chased the massive clouds as she ran the tide.
Walking by the Big mirror in the hallway Shaking My hair right glance and.... I see My mother. But mum has been dead for atleast 12 years now My eyes into the mirror again.
I thought you would want to know about this e-mail virus. Even the most advanced programs from Norton or McAfee cannot take care of this one.
"Put a rose on my coffin", You looked up and said, "for this life holds no more for me, i am better off dead." The lucid moments, few and far between, The illness has worsened from what I have...
#household These four walls have seen it all Heard the laughs and felt the tears. Watched our love's winding path Protected our family through the years.
In all the 329 years, 4 months, 6 days I've lived, I've seen chamber pots filled and long since emptied.
Monday I asked for your hand, As we danced before our wedding band, Tuesday we lived our dreams and wishes, You kissed me, called me your new 'Mrs', Wednesday I held you when you cried, And never...
Looking in the mirror, I see all that I've been, All the different people, My meagre years have seen.
Let's pretend we're young once more, Race each other to the shore. Bury our feet in the sand, No need for a spade, just use your hand.
She stood determined and defiant before the gilt mirror that hung and had hung for many generations, as a centrepiece on the formal landing.
A group of girlfriends, all age 40, discussed where they should meet for lunch.
This will be my last harvest, boy, the last i'll ever see, For I can feel my maker, boy, a-looking hard at me.
She sits in the corner of the old folks home No one to talk to no one to phone He vists every day, every week But her future now looks comparatively bleak She thought they'd still be holding...
No milk again. He checks the fridge for the seventh time Each time asserting its presence Replaying the revelation over and over.
I love seeing my grandma, She means the world to me, She is one of my best friends, we're not blood related but that means nothing to either of us nor the fact she has MS.
When I was little, I’d run all the way off to the sweet shop, or park, to play In ill-fitting shoes, not fit to pound, My little heart beating that drumbeat sound I’d run and I’d climb and I’d ride...
Wake up and turn on the day Reach out and switch off the moon Turn down the mid morning brightness My picture's fuzzy 'til noon I'm in the bathroom mirror God, I'm getting old.
It's raining again, quite heavily, and I've had a beer. I wish the downstairs toilet, was closer, far more near. It's like an army assault course, in the middle of the night.
Slowly, leaning forward, I press my ear against the door, and listen. The home is now an empty house, but the hushed echoes of the many lives shared; reverberate off the quietly listening walls.
Hurry you up, hurry you up, hurry you up. No call for that. How much is that John. I've no stockings on. Take them wee shoes off Mammy. Run on, run on, run on, run on. Gimme them. Where’s the...
What is happening to this body of mine. The hair on my head has gone really fine. But on my top lip the hair is so thick I look like Freddie mercury Get me a shaver quick.
This advice may not sound like fun. But keep your face out of the sun. To stop ageing there is a position. It's well known, it's called sun lotion. Put it on to protect from UVA.
Old. No I'll never be old Young forever A piece of gold Never a Golden oldie Age gracefully With time. Now that would Just be crossing The granny line I like a challenge Maybe a potion.