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Golden Wedding Anniversary
Your racing bike is broken with a bad derailleur.
I look back at my life and admit it’s a failure.
If a daft old hen laying scrambled eggs, so sad, can,
Then I will concede that I’m an addle-brained madman.
Like a leafless tree holding a kite frame skeleton,
Your arms and my legs are no stronger than gelatin.
As an eagle whose threadbare wings will no longer fly,
It’s time now for me to find a quiet place to die.
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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