I am sitting at a bus stop, and a young man starts to rass me about my age.
just as he steps off the curb, I call his name.
he turns to me, and is immediately run over by a bus.
Moral of the story: Youth is wasted on the young.
for some time now I have pondered on my predicament;
I have macular degeneration-dry.
if you have the "wet" type , you can get shots in your eyes, and restore your sight.
when you have the dry type, it just robs you of your sight,
and you spell sausagres with only two "s".
be kind to older people
i might call your name, when you step off the curb
jwest
just as he steps off the curb, I call his name.
he turns to me, and is immediately run over by a bus.
Moral of the story: Youth is wasted on the young.
for some time now I have pondered on my predicament;
I have macular degeneration-dry.
if you have the "wet" type , you can get shots in your eyes, and restore your sight.
when you have the dry type, it just robs you of your sight,
and you spell sausagres with only two "s".
be kind to older people
i might call your name, when you step off the curb
jwest