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The mirror makes me painfully aware of the fact that age is catching up with me, a fact I must face. It's tough to age gracefully and accept that no one stays young forever and one must take it in one's stride. (read in caption) But I would like to depart as an active and healthy person who's capable of working and thinking. The thought of being confined to a bed or a wheelchair can petrify me and send shivers down my spine. An avid newspaper reader, the first thing I go through everyday is the page of obituaries. I don't know if destiny has fixed a date for me and there is no way to find out, but it's tough to wait The mirror makes me painfully aware of the fact that age is catching up with me, a fact I must face. It's tough to

The mirror makes me painfully aware of the fact that age is catching up with me, a fact I must face. It's tough to age gracefully and accept that no one stays young forever and one must take it in one's stride. (read in caption) But I would like to depart as an active and healthy person who's capable of working and thinking. The thought of being confined to a bed or a wheelchair can petrify me and send shivers down my spine. An avid newspaper reader, the first thing I go through everyday is the page of obituaries. I don't know if destiny has fixed a date for me and there is no way to find out, but it's tough to wait The mirror makes me painfully aware of the fact that age is catching up with me, a fact I must face. It's tough to

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He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands my mind I pick up the one, reading 'My city is under the siege' and what does that mean? he turns to page 8 and recites about her standing on our step door knocking, as I graze through the bulletin imprinted with destruction and tumult panic set in his voice, he says veiling behind the curtains how he plead about her identity and she chokes up her hands banging our doors "I come a long way, my home in ruins." My father is the newspaper he reads. He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands m

He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands my mind I pick up the one, reading 'My city is under the siege' and what does that mean? he turns to page 8 and recites about her standing on our step door knocking, as I graze through the bulletin imprinted with destruction and tumult panic set in his voice, he says veiling behind the curtains how he plead about her identity and she chokes up her hands banging our doors "I come a long way, my home in ruins." My father is the newspaper he reads. He asks me today why am I not bearing a Headline to my poem? and out of the thousand that strands m