The Cry From a Ghetto's Heart | Page 13

MY EYES,

MY NOSE,

WHATEVER FEATURES THAT ARE CHOSE,

BUT AS THEY GROW,

THEY KNOW.............

I’M GETTING OLD.....

AND, EVERYDAY APPEARS TOO COLD,

AND, LIFE IS BECOMING HARDER TO HOLD,

AND, I’M WATCHING, BUT STILL MISSING MY KIDS GROW,

AND, YET AND STILL,

I’M GETTING OLD.