Age


I feel the rain, it’s gentle on my skin,

I hear the world, I hear the din.

I feel the breeze it cools my brow

I know where I am going now.

Don’t pity me because I’m old

Don’t cry because I’m blind

Let’s walk together in the rain

And see what joy we find.

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One response to “Age

  1. Nik

    Lovely Diane – that perfect mix of sad and happy.

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