Poem about growing old

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I forgot the words.

I know the feeling :Rofl

I remember the part about " It ant fer sissies "

yep

What is this thread about???....Something about growing mold????

Now if I could only find my keys....where'd I put them????

Poems are usually over my head, but Tom I understand this one fully.
"gene"

I've never heard a poem regarding mold, or........, at least that is what I was told. Maybe I just forgot.

what did you say ? I can't hear you

Huh?

Could u'all repeat that once I find me hearing aid batteries...............

Warning!! I'm going to delete this thread if you don't start using bigger letters so I can read it.

You think you got it bad.... I am learning brail. :Rofl

GOOD ONE BILL

I told my wife I would let her know how it felt to be old as soon as I got their. I know I will make a good Mr. Wilson. I already can't stand the noise.

Ya caught me, Good one :) Can you hear how many fingers I'm holding up?

Growing old ain't so bad...............specially when you consider the alternative of NOT