All I know’s this: it ain’t getting NO younger here!!!
The night aged, it’d started growin’, restless during the day, and, became, more and more annoyed, easily angered, as the hours passed very slow.
The night aged, it’d, become, very old now, and, each and every night, I wake to find myself, alone, in this empty bed, without you, and, I’d, feel that chill…
not my photograph…
The night aged, I’d, tried, staying awake, all through it, but, my eyelids always, caved in! The night aged, and, I heard something in the night, speaking, in a barely audible whisper, it sounded like, but, what’s it saying??? How would I know!!!
The night aged, and, we can’t, turn back the hands of time now, time just, marches on, and soon, the dawn will come, and, it’s, up and at ‘em all over again.
The night aged, there’s, NO way ‘round that, there’s no, negotiating with time, to get what you’d lost back again, and, there goes, ALL of our youth, and, that’s something we’ll NEVER see again for sure!!!
not my photo still.
Life, the Obstacle Course 