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Born To Die

it's hard to believe that baby was me some fifty years ago i was that small and now i'm tall early days long forgotten it's hard to see that little boy was me some forty years ago ten years old and didn't know where i was or where i was going it's hard to concieve the things i believed some thirty years ago was i a man without a plan or a notion how to know it's hard to leave what we once believed as real life takes it's hold some twenty years ago all that glittered wasn't gold and reaching out for something to hold it's hard to see that ten years ago some ten years ago that i was already forty in many cases i was the authority the duty that comes with seniority it's hard to believe this fifty is me still robust as health as can be looking forward if i contunue to be i'll grow old turned elderly

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/29/2014 7:07:00 PM
It was your destiny after half a century, to be what you were to be, naturally. Liked this one.
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Date: 9/4/2013 4:07:00 PM
We never know what life holds in store. I hope you live to be an old old man and that life is very kind to you .love phyl
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Date: 8/27/2013 12:06:00 PM
Creative work..Life is not easy and sometimes we loose the little child along the way but we need to find the child and let the child live agains..Thanks for the visit to my work.....Sara
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Date: 8/26/2013 8:22:00 PM
Another great poem. Life is full of surprises. We never know what's coming next.. At 50 - that's when things really start to sink in and we become wiser. You'll be alright. I'll see what happens later...... Lucilla
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Date: 8/26/2013 6:35:00 PM
Dear Jon , poets never get old...Never ! May you always feel young like your poetry. ..all I can wish :) This is an incredible work Jon ! Cheers !
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