Poetry #137

My heart isn’t strong as it was
My age isn’t young anymore
My vision isn’t usueful for me
My memory is playing me tricks
My hair isn’t dark as ivory
My teeth aren’t real as they used to
My legs are weak as cotton
My arms are frail as twigs
My feet are swollen all day
My speach isn’t understood clearly
But there is one thing that remained
It is my deep love for you

Author: Novus Lectio

You'll never know what you'll read next. Random lecture is what is all about but one thing is for sure, it's by the same author who wrote The Theory of Fate and Who Went Out of Africa

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