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Jan 2015
Child hood friend age five years old
Pecked my teeth to get up and play
Grandma was there to protect us both
Now those years have gone away

No one wants to get old and turn grey
Color our hair but that just looks fake
Vanity unfair we lie to ourselves
All things decay the best asset is good health

I smoke and drink to try and forget
I'm my own worst enemy ashamed of my debt

A self made failure not young anymore
Where is my baby duck maybe he waits in heaven for me?

Trying to find the path back to yesterday the older I get the harder it is to be...

Dave
Montana 1950's
life was simple then no cellphones or much crime now life is too complicated and stressful...ouch it ***** to be alone...

David John Clare
USA
David W Clare
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David W Clare  Petaluma, USA
(Petaluma, USA)   
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