It is time

Joints creak

knees weak

ankles older

Moon shows its sickle

Gravity pull tide roll

Them Stars  … they gossip

They lie …

Lightyears away

Like the Lotto

Like Youth’  blossoms

is time to grow the fuck up, when your over fifty

No one wants to see pictiures of you in a bikini

And your not gonna meet the man of you rdreams

either

shut the fuck up

already

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