Seasons come, and seasons go, <br />before you know it, your old, and slow. <br />Your hair is grey, and your eyes are dim, <br />the teeth are gone, and you have a double chin. <br />You only hear half of what is said, <br />in the night you are up two or three times, from your bed. <br />On awakening you feel not to bad, <br />but when you move, suddenly parts begin to ache, <br />that you never even knew you had. <br />It is such a bind this old age game, <br />why cant one just reach a certain age, <br />say twenty five, then just remain the same. <br /> <br />Tango.<br /><br />Tango Tango<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seasons-come-and-seasons-go-2/
