Some Days When I Start To Talk,

Some Days When I Start To Talk, My Voice Isnt Strong. But Then It Warms Up.

I'm 83 And A Half Years Old And I Feel Fine. I Feel Like A Teenager But I'm Unable To Do A Lot Of The Things That I Used To Do But I Enjoy Life To The Fullest.

I Was At The Pinnacle Of My Career One Day And The Next Day I Was Put Out To Pasture. I Felt Like A Race Horse With A Broken Leg.

Suddenly It Was Gone. I'd Lost More Than My Voice And My Career. I'd Lost My Best Friend.

I Always Loved To Gamble. I Never Got Close To A Horse. Fate Dealt Me A Terrible Blow When It Gave Me A Good Horse The First Time Out. I Thought How Easy This Is. Now I Love Being Around Them.