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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353137" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Getting Old Can Be So Unkind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm fifty-seven going on ninety-nine, <br>My joints are falling apart, <br>The eyesight I can no longer align, <br>I'm missing a beat in my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't bend over to pick things up, <br>Because of the pain in my back, <br>I can't hold the kettle to fill up my cup, <br>My joints are all under attack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I get breathless walking half a yard, <br>It's a struggle to get out of my chair, <br>My pain has left me mentally scarred, <br>As has my thinning hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't even chew my food any more, <br>They'll soon be buying me a wreath, <br>Eating anything has become such a chore, <br>For I've lost all my bloody teeth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who are you talking to I hear them say, <br>There's nobody here but you, <br>My secret companions I would never betray, <br>To them I will always be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where I've put things I'll never know, <br>Someone always moves them elsewhere, <br>Whoever does it never seems to show, <br>But I know that I put them in there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can't remember the things I said, <br>Or what I was supposed to do, <br>My children say I am off my head, <br>But I know that cannot be true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have my companions yes they are real, <br>But still they refuse to believe, <br>If only they knew how that makes me feel, <br>I swear I would never deceive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I visit the loo I'm always caught short, <br>I always end up in a mess, <br>My lifeless body I have to contort, <br>The toilet just gives me such stress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This cocktail of drugs makes me rattle, <br>But I need them to relieve all my pain, <br>I'm fighting a long losing battle, <br>Which is driving me totally insane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God has got this one badly wrong, <br>His incompetence puts me in a rage, <br>In the prime of our youth is where we belong, <br>There's no need to suffer old age.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some time soon I'll succumb to my ills, <br>Then I'll give him a piece of my mind, <br>In Heaven I pray there are no more pills, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘' Getting Old Can Be So Unkind ‘'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Mar">Bri Mar</a><div class=q>
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My joints are falling apart, 
The eyesight I can no longer align, 
I'm missing a beat in my heart.

I can't bend over to pick things up, 
Because of the pain in my back, 
I can't hold the kettle to fill up my..."></div>
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