NOT YOUNG ANYMORE
 
THINKING OF ALL THE FUN
WE HAD IN OUR DAYS OF
YORE.LAUGHTING, SINGING
AND DANCING LIFE WAS
JUST ROMANCING.

TIME PASSES FAST YOUR
SOON TO SEE YOUR
MOTHER IN THE MIRROR
THAT CAN'T BE ME I'M NOT
THAT OLD I'M LOOKING AT
TOMORROW.

THE DAYS GONE BY THE
GAME WE PLAYED IS NOT
FUN ANY MORE TO KNOW
THAT YOU ARE GROWING
OLD IT BURNS LIKE FIRE
FOR SURE.

JUST THANK THE LORD YOU
MADE IT HERE AND HEALTHY
AS YOU ARE IT FEELS GOOD
TO BE ALIVE EVEN THO IT
BURNS LIKE FIRE.

CHALLENGE FOR BUKS

Author Clara Case ( Deen )

By deeny107

© 2008 deeny107 (All rights reserved)

 

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