Poetry

GROWING OLD

By 15th April 2015December 9th, 2019No Comments

How did i get this old she thought, staring in the mirror on the wall. I used to be quite pretty in my day, so long ago and far away.That lined old face had seen so much of life you see, good, bad and sometimes sad, it all came flooding back to me.The years had seemed to fly away. Ah well she thought,as she turned away, at least i’ve had another day .

Patricia Sennett

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