Spanning a Lifetime
I learned the art of sulking in my mid-teens,
and told to get off my fat **** by all means,
It was the best time on Earth in my twenties,
parents released strings and no longer sentries.
Maturity started to ease me in the thirties,
someone said that all men were bastards,
traits, imperfections smoothed out in forties,
advised to watch out for incoming penalties.
The involuntary half-way was the fifties,
when you by-passed sex and stupid infidelities,
suddenly you were younger reaching sixties,
and dreamed of twenties, ********, more not less.
Eyebrows raised when a young wife greeted seventies,
but you may take a lifetime to find the right qualities.
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