When I grow old
I wish to to be like a record;
Every line on my body will tell a story,
And they may not all be happy,
But when you run your hands over mine
We won’t have to speak,
But they will make you feel comfortable
In knowing I made it,
And so you will too.
That is beautiful Chris! Sent from my BlackBerry 10 smartphone on the Bell network. From: Short Poems and Other NonsenseSent: Sunday, November 27, 2016 1:40 PMTo: juliamcgeown@sympatico.caReply To: Short Poems and Other NonsenseSubject: [New post] old records
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christophermcgeownwriting posted: “When I grow old I wish to to be like a record; Every line on my body will tell a story, And they may not all be happy, But when you run your hands over mine We wonât have to speak, But they will make you feel comfortable In knowing I made it, And so you w”
Thank you mom, I love you!
That is beautiful
Thank you so much:)
This is so beautiful. So beautiful.
I just scrolled up and we all had the same comment, lol. That should prove it to you….BEAUTIFUL.
you are all so kind:)
All your poems are wonderful. Good work.
Now I want to be a record too when I die😋
haha thank you so much:)