1978

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: May 08, 2019

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1978

Almost forty years have gone
Since last I called you mine,
I’m married; had four children -
Grown up, clever and fine.

I went through different phases,
As I’m so prone to do,
Ups and downs bashed me around
But always, I pulled through.

Unhappy? No, not really,
I made the best of things,
Did I succeed? Well, mostly;
I simply clipped my wings.

The years were pretty kind, I guess,
Though it’s been no parade,
I learned to be responsible,
To sleep in the beds I made.

I’ve walked down intriguing roads,
But they all turned askew.
I’m just glad I'm writing again,
‘Figures I’d write about you.

I’m not unique in saying
I’ve mellowed through the years,
I’ve settled into my own ways
And dried up those old tears.

Still I see your face sometimes
And catch the taste of you,
Some mornings in dreams, I linger,
To hold life from breaking through.


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