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ABSTRACT POEMS We get old in the blink of an eye.
It really makes you think.
It can make you want to cry.
There's no rhyme or reason.
There are, but the seasons of our lives.
You got that right Chris. It is hard especially for women to find themselves growing older. You are young, find the world and some sort of happiness in it because time sifts through the hour glass far too fast.
Blessings,
Lesa