My Bones

By J. MDPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Time passes me by

Muscle pain, bones crack, I hurt.

Last day, can't wait, peace!

About the Creator

J. MD

After my time in the Navy I decided to go back into writing. I always loved writing, I still have so much to learn and re-learn. I want to leave something behind for my children and their children. I always welcome positive criticism.

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