Never MindA Poem by Inda Aging Never Mind
My hairline recedes a little Each and every day. My lover doesn’t mind it, She says it will be OK.
The wrinkles on my face are a little More pronounced each and every day. She still says she doesn’t mind it, It will be OK.
My heart beats a little Slower each and every day, Yet my lover doesn’t mind it, She says it will be OK. © 2012 Inda |
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