Age comes fast,
it comes slow.
Each year unique.
But,
everything happens,
hard times
sad times
happy times
Dealing with each
in different ways.
From here to there
you count up the years
and the miles to go.
then you're through
before you're through
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem because it tells my life and this is what i feel about age.
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