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About This Poem
Reflections at 47
I never saw myself as an old man
Never thought two-thousand would come either
I lived my life not on any one plan
Sweated through high school without a breather
I haven’t the mobility to run
though at times I can walk pretty darn fast
and I am always out getting some sun
I’m glad those days not walking didn’t last
Love I have had a few when does it end
The realities are never the same
So I am marrying my one best friend
I promise you for me this no game
One thing for sure this one is truly real
Her meals more tasty than a Happy Meal
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