Gloomy Sunday – Aching Bones – Writing

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Gloomy Sunday, the sun has hidden,
My bones they ache due the the lawn tractor ridden,
Never thought I’d get old, but alas, I did.

My hobby is writing, and books are released,
I’ll never be rich from them, but break even at least,
I can say I did it, and I did.

Retirement soon, to a life with less stress,
Apprehensive to the change, but excited I confess,
To live to old age, and I did.