My Farewell To The Golden Years

Setting in the shade,
Sipping lemonade,
Watching the people,
In the passing parade.

Worn with age,
Bitter with rage,
Like an old book,
With a torn page.

First the Nurse,
and then the hearse,
As they pass...
From bad to worst...

This is my farewell,
To the Golden years.

by Tommy Sinnott

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