Hanna Hauser

Being old

Being old
 
 
To be old
Is like having gold.
It´s so much fun
But you can´t run.
You have a lot of time
And the sun will always shine.
You have a lot of money
And a husband who calls you honey.
Every single day
Is for you like holiday.
You sit in your rocking chair
And count your white hair.
With 66 the life begins,
You can see it on the women skins.
But you know every single day can be the last
Time runs fast.

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Published on e-Stories.org on 11.09.2007.

 
 

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