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Growing Old

Under the sun's bright shine, We sat upon that field, Out of the bottle we drank wine, Our joy would not yield, Music blasting as we dance, Holding hands, grinning faces, Almost in a trance, Now we're all in different spaces, It's scary growing old, You move onto friendships new, I'm left in the cold, The distance between us grew, Those times may be gone for ever, I may see you again never.

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Date: 1/10/2019 3:21:00 PM
Fantastic verse! Thanks for posting this great poem here. It is good to read from you this afternoon! -JWE
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