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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gettin' Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It doesn't seem right<br>When you think of it cold, <br>All this creaking of bones<br>That they call growing old.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When you're getting short-sighted<br>And find you need spec's, <br>And your memory's so bad<br>You don't know what comes next.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">All this sagging of flesh<br>And this hair going grey, <br>All this walking with sticks, <br>I can hear myself say<br>'If the clock could be turned<br>I would turn it today' ...<br>But I know that it can't<br>So it's back to the fray! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=419219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">(Written April 1994)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a></strong></div>

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