Over The Hill
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Jayne Louise Davies
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I think of the past,
Fond memories surround me,
There's no going back
Old age, i can feel thee.
Where is my strength?
To run wild and free,
I'm falling apart,
I've got creaky knees.
My eyesight is failing,
My teeth disappearing,
I so miss that wonderful,
Youthful feeling.
My disco days gone,
I've hit a brick wall,
That thing called old age,
Well it comes to us all.
Jayne Louise Davies
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