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Looking back Memories on My 63rd birthday Over the years, So far and in between, I have looked back, For the moments that were serene… The days of my youth, So vivid in my mind, The pleasant days, So easy to find… Playing stickball in the street, The four sewer slams, Or playing hide and seek, Those days were grand…. The days in high school, Going on school trips, Taking the ferry to Rye Beach, And developing lasting friendships… Then on to college, And out in the working world, The new horizons we faced, Our adult life now unfurled… Then on to girlfriends, Then marriage down the line, Our children being born, Our lives were sublime… Then our children in school, Before we know it; they’ve grown, Then their independence, And they’re out on their own… Too bad we can’t look in a mirror, And bring back our youth, This is way short of a miracle, Ain’t that the truth? Bobemakk@optonline.net ©2010 |
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