Because life happens…
Exploring the mysteries of life through the versatile medium of limerick poetry.
You know you are old when you say
Things were never like that in my day
And you no longer care
To spend hours on your hair
Cos you’d much rather go out and play
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You know you are old when you say
I remember things back in the day
We had not a care
Wind blowing our hair
Oh why couldn’t things stay that way?
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