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I am growing old like hay,
my age will bend my stomach out of shape,
the wife here needs to get used to it,
I will be old and wriggly.
The muscles will wear down like old tires,
comes to show that my driving will suck,
no more will my wife like age eighty-two.
So many retirements to choose from,
I wonder if they have wrinkling insurance,
perhaps they sure do,
it is how I'll be.
You can sing to me, "Don't worry, grow old!"
it is a number one hit,
the new becomes old,
I bet this will sell it out.
Nice to know age comes
in comedy shows,
no longer an instant hit,
just as long as I can sit.
How is that for coming of age?
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| Writing Prompt |
The topic for this poetry contest is: What Think You of Aging
Write a poem that somehow incorporates the topic. The poem does not have to be specifically about the topic and creative approaches are welcomed. But contest voters will be asked to consider the topic when making a choice for a winner. |
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