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Daily Lives Quietly I walk into the room. You have been asleep for hours. You got home late, not for the first time, not the last. Days without a break, yet still you go. You take care of us. You are the head... of our house. You are the man, that we look up to, and the burden is heavy. I know you stumble, I see everything. But I do not call it out. I try as I can to soften the road, and change the parameters, of the barriers we must... both challenge. Getting old together, is hard, on the body. The grace of our lives, generously, lavishly sprinkled... across our later years. Whoa, that we could have, a little more time... young again, before our children. It was then... that we danced, in places that are gone, except in the loving world, of our hearts. I would spend my last smile, on you my love, to have you ask me yet again, to be with you, from this day to the next, until forever, Amen.

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