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The Age Detector is Copyright 1996 - by
Timothy W Macinta.
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Ghost of School House Dead
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STRANGERS IN A BOX
Come, look with me inside this drawer
In this box I' ve often seen,
At the pictures, black and white
faces proud, still, serene.
I wish I knew the people
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
are lost among my socks.
I wonder what their lives were like
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where or when,
These faces of my heritage
would come to life again.
Could this become the fate
Of pictures we take today?
The faces and memories
Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories
Seize the opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.
Anonymous Author
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Old Age
Old age is a
privilege.
You cannot buy it.
You
cannot sell it.
You cannot earn it.
You
cannot inherit it.
You cannot merit it.
So if you
are fortunate enough to have it,
for heaven's sake enjoy it; and
do not complain about it.
Remember, if you were not old - you would be
Dead!
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Just a line to say I'm living, that I'm not among the dead,
Though I'm getting more forgetful and mixed up in the head.
I got used to my arthritis, to my dentures I'm resigned.
I can manage my bifocals, but God, I miss my mind.
For sometimes I can't remember when I stand at the foot of the stair, If I must go up for something or have I just come
down from there.
And before the fridge so often my poor mind is filled with doubt. Have I just put the food away or have I come to take
some out?
And there are times when it is dark with my night cap on my head, I don't know if I'm retiring, or just getting out of
bed.
So, if it's my turn to write you there's no need getting sore, I may think that I have written and don't want to be a
bore.
So, remember that I love you and wish that you were near, but now it's nearly mail time so I must say goodbye, my dear.
There I stand beside the mailbox with a face so very red,
Instead of mailing you my letter, I have opened it instead.
Oklahoma
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