Forward
Ten was fun,
As I would run and play all day in the sun.
Twenty was ideal
As much of the world seemed nifty and surreal.
Thirty was a blast,
As a Dad I developed fantastic memories that will last.
Forty is here,
As opportunities persist and the gist of what lies ahead is unclear.
Fifty, Sixty, Seventy, Eighty,
Has anyone seen my keys lately?
Check Please,
It’s time to leave.
Copyright © Richard J. Long | Year Posted 2009
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