A geezer did once know pure fresh air, a refreshing gas no longer there, a geezer to take deep breath would not dare, a cough would occur before it us half there, A geezer’s breathing must stay most shallow, a geezer’s lungs lay now most fallow, a geezer’s rib cage has become stiff a deep breath then brings on just a sniff.
A geezer previously color blind getting older leaves more hues behind
A geezer may roam from chair to chair,a codger does things twixt here and there, a man of this age looks for things to do, a set of options has he much too few, a codger tends to get bored, a geezer recalls when his actions soared
A geezer’s ‘shadows’ flit by every day, a codger ‘lights up’ then they go away, a geezer’s ‘ shadows’ give a sudden start, a man old’s ‘shadows’ set him part. A geezer’s shadows ceiling, walls and floor a harmless ‘myth’ cannot ignore. A geezer when young did play shadow games a fox and hare among his many claims. A nursing home hallway must be in curves, a straight hall’s shadows test some codger’s nerves. A nursing home hallway must have bright lights a geezer light space free of shadow frights.
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