<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419219" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gettin' Old</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It doesn't seem right<br>When you think of it cold, <br>All this creaking of bones<br>That they call growing old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you're getting short-sighted<br>And find you need spec's, <br>And your memory's so bad<br>You don't know what comes next.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All this sagging of flesh<br>And this hair going grey, <br>All this walking with sticks, <br>I can hear myself say<br>'If the clock could be turned<br>I would turn it today' ...<br>But I know that it can't<br>So it's back to the fray! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Written April 1994)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419219" data-title="Gettin' Old de John Carter Brown" data-description="It doesn't seem right When you think of it cold, All this creaking of bones That they call growing old. When you're getting short-sighted And find you need spec's, And your memory's so bad You don't know what comes next. All this sagging of fl..."></div> </div> </div>

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