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Old Man Young Friend To help this old man you've been a friend. You have been near to lend me your ear. Tell you of the past how things did not last. When years pass by it changes you and I. What I once could do I now ask it of you. Watch you do things I do in my dreams. Gets harder each day do things my way. Having you to talk helps lessen my pain. I listening to you talk about what you do. You play games on TV and play with ease. Before the television I played real games. With my toy truck or riding my bicycle. Were not computers when I was a boy. We made games.from our imagination. Drawing or coloring was a favorite game. With our game cards, like the Old Maid. All these games made me use my mind. To make me think more about the times. I was in good health because I was active. Jumping and running kept me well in fact. BY: Kings
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