Seventy Five
Some say seventy-five is three-quarters alive. I’ll make the best of one-fourth that remains. They say it sneaks up quietly, old age and all that jive. My brawn may be long gone, but I’ve got … Read more
Some say seventy-five is three-quarters alive. I’ll make the best of one-fourth that remains. They say it sneaks up quietly, old age and all that jive. My brawn may be long gone, but I’ve got … Read more