Age
I know the day will come,
When my head, will be devoid of hair,
when my tummy, a fat bear,
and live life without a care
I know my turn will come,
But by worrying bout it every day,
Hoping, praying, today ain't that day,
I think I'm spoiling this damn good day
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Poetry In Motion
PoetryThoughts. Feelings. Opinions. And stuff that doesn't make sense. All united. Poetry in Motion. -- Most of these were written when I first joined Wattpad or even before. This was probably the first 'story' that I ever published on Wattpad, and that's...
