The more knowledgeable I become, The more contemplating I become, Nostalgia becomes a constant refrain, Debilitating problems a constant pain, Wistfully I rue constantly, Though stomach keeps complaining, Taste buds didn't age, Death not feared yet life still want, My mind, well what was I saying? Welcome to the day 27 of #YoPoDiMo or the YourQuote Poetry Diversity Month i.e. September. Today, I'm once again giving you a topic. Write a #freeverse on #gettingold. #gettingoldpoem #poemtime #yqspecial #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
