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When I Grow Really Old

When I grow really old
I may have to do yoga
Full time, to get out
The aches and creaks.
 
When I grow really old
I may have to write
Poetry, all day,
To keep my spirit
Afloat.
 
When I grow really old
I may have to be an avid
Bird watcher, from
Morning to dusk.
 
When I grow really old
I will play my guitar
And give you a song
For the rest of your life
To sing and think of me.

A poem for fun! 9/20/20

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