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Old Is Gold (or so I'm told) a Poem About Aging. I cannot see, I cannot pee, I'm scared by new technology. I cannot chew, I cannot screw. For crying out loud, what can I do? My memory shrinks, my hearing stinks, I don't much care what anyone thinks. No sense of smell, I look like hell. I'm often puzzled, can you tell? My skin is drooping, shoulders stooping, (I'm even having trouble pooping.) Retirement has come at last, but 'The Golden Years' can kiss my ass!
Features:
- Size: 9x12 inches
- Made from solid knotty pine
- Flat, distressed edges
- Routed slot in back for hanging