Zero To 69

Zero to five. Can't say that I remember anything.
Five to seventeen.  School, work, play; see you later.
Seventeen to twenty-two. Working and going to college.
Twenty-two to forty-four found me getting married, raising
children, and working 'way above' and 'far beyond' nine to five.
Forty-four to fifty-nine took me into a time when we became empty                                                                          
nesters, and I began to feel as if I were emotionally in decline; and
I worked and worked all the time like I was out of my mind. At the                 age of fifty-nine, I started coasting into early retirement at sixty-two.                 And now, I'm having fun writing mini stories and poems at sixty-nine.

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