Written for Fandango’s daily writing prompt: https://fivedotoh.com/2020/08/18/fowc-with-fandango-ancient/
Getting Old
She did not realize
That once you grow old
You skin starts to shrivel
You blood runs too cold.
You think that your skin
Could use some bright paint
They call it getting old
They call it ancient.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry
Stine Writing 
Great poem, it has a real good beat to it as you read line to line.
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Thank you Mason
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