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I'm Old, Gandalf

A poem about aging

By Z. KozakPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

I never took care of my knees —

Now they’re crunchy and grumpy as bees.

Oh, I’m just thirty one,

But the dying’s begun,

And in my day we walked ten miles to school in three-hundred degree weather and there was only one gender and movies were better and now I can feel a draft from under the door, do you want me to freeze?

__________

All in jest, of course! We have as much to learn from those who have come before us, as they have to learn from those of us who came after :)

But seriously, take care of your knees, kids.

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    Written by Z. Kozak