702 I Grow Old 8-20-17 (check out the word search box)

I grow old.
My teeth chew sand to say it,
like Quints fingernails
across that chalk board.

I said,”I grow old.”

Not

“I’m getting older”.

That’s for a 17 year old to say
as he stretches for the day
he turns 18,
to have a beer or
go to war or
give his heart to Jesus.

I grow old.

I haven’t the need
to plan to far ahead.
30 years from now,
it won’t matter!
I’ll be dead.

So what can I plan for?
Today,
probably.
Tomorrow,
maybe,

but who knows?

For I grow old.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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