Write about something mysterious.
Listen to the clock
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
What is it saying to me
Oh, what can it be
Over and over it makes that sound
And no answer is to be found
Where is the time going
I want to be knowing
I don’t like to be told
That I am getting old.
How can that be
It’s such a mystery!
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I’m very young still. I think 70 is the new 50.
Have a fabulous day, Patricia. ♥
I don’t feel my age, a bit older than you, but it is what it is. So far, the day is just rainy, but we are being told there will be snow and ice tonight. Hoping “they” are wrong!
A mystery it is and always shall be – darn!
Ok, I will be a woman of mystery.😼
Loved this. 🙂
I was at a loss as to what to write for the prompt, and this silliness popped up.
Stop judging. You’re doing great. It’s not easy posting every day.
Fun poem Patricia
Thanks ☺️
You’re welcome
Nah, getting old is just fiction!
Sometimes it seems like science fiction 😕