Thinking Back For fifty years, I’ve made and repaired. I studied my trade, I learnt and shared. Now I am too old to work, Too old to stand, That aggravating pain, Has settled in my hands. I have a son, He’s learnt and shared, He can carry on, What I made and repaired. Until fifty years, He’s made and repaired, He can pass knowledge on As he’s learnt and shared.Birth sign: Scorpio
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