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Saturday, November 02, 2013

poem by Murray Jennings

TOO OLD FOR DANCING, TOO YOUNG FOR DYING

Ask me why I write and walk
Ask me why I drink and talk
Ask me why I sing and whistle
I’ll tell you now so that this’ll
make sense, I don’t want to be tense
nervous, hesitant, or apprehensive
I’m opting for calm and the pensive
I’m too old for dancing
I’m too young for dying
I can still walk and sing
without really trying
I need to read, enjoy a feed
a moderate drink

Anyway, that’s what I think.

- Murray Jennings

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