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Chronicles of a Boomer Poet
The years meandered ‘long ‘til I hit twenty
dreams of fame, girls and money
Married too young, I was a jerk
tethered now, to the daze of work
Lost in their haze, decades sped by
spent a fortune, wondering why
Finally quit, seventy nearly
my body’d paid ever so dearly
And yes, the years meander once again
in a comfy rocker ~ with paper and pen
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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