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Seven Stages of Life

When you're born, so fresh, so new, being an infant is easy to do. Then you're a toddler, starting to walk, starting to play, starting to talk. On the way to school, happy and bold; better be young before you get old. Teenage years have temptations that are bad for the soul, you cannot escape them, because they leave a hole. Already married with kids and a spouse, you have your own car, you have your own house. Retired and lazy, you rock in your chair, life's gone by quick; and so has your hair. Down in the ground is where you now lay, death is an adventure, you'll be okay.

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Date: 9/17/2008 7:17:00 PM
Hal what a remarkable attitude regarding death - very well written poem - God Bless
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