THE PLANE IS OLD
AND I FEEL BOLD
I FLASH MY GOLD
THE MEAL IS COLD
I SEE SOME MOULD
THE CAPTAINS TOLD
I FEEL SO OLD
I’VE CAUGHT A COLD
AND NOW I’M TOLD
MY SEAT IS SOLD
MY CIG IS ROLLED
MY BOOK I FOLD
YES I FEEL OLD
MY STORY'S TOLD!

Brenda S. Warhurst

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