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GAZING
- Sitting
here just feasting mine eyes
- Young girls passing don’t say Hi!
- Once I was young but now I am old
- All my stories have already been told
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- No
more churlish smiles I get
- They don’t notice, I can bet
- Now that the dark hair and curls are gone
- That is the sign of a weaning dawn
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- Half
past, plus four, in my sojourner’s life
- Certainly there was love and plenty of strife,
- Although there were bad, there were good things too
- But the older I get, the less I do
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- The
morale of this story is not to depress
- Just helping others not to regret,
- You see, life is a treasure always to remember
- Even when good sight is getting dimmer!
