bathorysmom

~ Lifes Puzzles ~

To be young again would be so fun,
We'd frolic and play maybe even run,
The days were short the nights long,
The pleasures we shared seemed to never end,
We'd do puzzles for hours on end,
We'd walk hand in hand on the warm
summer sands.

Now that we're old our days coming to an end,
Our hands to crippled to do the puzzles any more,
Our body's to withered to enjoy the pleasures
We shared behind closed doors.

Written by: DEIDRE
aka: Bathorysmom