I Must Be Getting Old
A bitter wind blew through my world today,
The sun shone bright though failed to keep me warm,
Thoughts running rampant, all in disarray,
Appearing without any shape or form,
Make it through my day, feel disconnected,
All conversation flies above my head,
Played my part, no one around suspected,
My yearning for the solitude instead,
Invited out, I have no wish to go,
Declined to join their merry little dance,
The music will be loud, the wine will flow,
All eager for just one night of romance,
I brave the wind, wrap up against the cold,
And realise, I must be getting old.
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