I'd rather guess
Than face the truth
Loss of youth.
Quite a spell
Of living well
Must offset
All missed yet
Up in arms
Soft alarms
Tumbling down
Peering round
Bravely face
Wrinkles trace
Wonder when
I'll be again.
©05/08/12 Mary E. Adair
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