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9:30AM - 4PM
Hunters Ln
Charity Shops
“I love what you do. I thought you might appreciate a poem I wrote about getting old.
As years pass, And life goes by
We, often start to wonder why,
As we get old, become less bold
In winter time we feel the cold
A hill feels like a mountain pass
Our teeth and bones brittle like glass
The floor now seems so far away
Our backs get crook and hair turns grey
It passed us by along the way
But aches and pains are here to stay
When we look deep into the mirror
It is our past we will consider
Enjoy each day as if your last
Remember life, it was a blast.”
Charity Shops
Charity Shops
“I love what you do. I thought you might appreciate a poem I wrote about getting old.
As years pass, And life goes by
We, often start to wonder why,
As we get old, become less bold
In winter time we feel the cold
A hill feels like a mountain pass
Our teeth and bones brittle like glass
The floor now seems so far away
Our backs get crook and hair turns grey
It passed us by along the way
But aches and pains are here to stay
When we look deep into the mirror
It is our past we will consider
Enjoy each day as if your last
Remember life, it was a blast.”