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91 years old
Contributed by
zedwards
on
Monday, 28th December 2009 @ 11:16:27 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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I know the map of the world like the back of my hand
Every vein and wrinkle a river that cuts through the land
History would not be a lesson taught from a book
But lived through a lifetime that time slowly took
I am a stamp on a postage mailed through the ages
To fields and valleys untouched by modern cages
I am a rock on a hill destined to be rolled
For I am a living tale told; still alive at 91 years old
I see my youth in the faces of my grand children
They are the hearing in my ears
The young to my old years
They are the sight in my eyes
Seeing what often passes me by
They are the movement to my body
Moving fast while I move slowly
They are the smile in my dentures
My dreams lived through their adventures
If my life was a pie then they would be the filling
I’ve seen winters and I’ve seen springs
My share of politicians and kings
I’ve seen loved ones pass, while my children grow
Ships of summer passing by like the river’s flow
If you want to live the life of a man with taste
Don’t get lost in the land of small laid to waste
For I’ll see you further on down that long road
To a place of plenty at 91 years old
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zedwards
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2009-12-28 11:16:27] (Date/Time posted on
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