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Sep 2018
When we were young with hardly a care,
And we would venture wherever we dare,
Things seemed so simple way back then,
It makes us long for “way back when.”

When we had reached the age of six,
We found ourselves in a brand new fix.
It was up each morning and off to school,
And hope that we did not break a rule.  

As the years began to pass one by one,
We soon discovered some additional fun.
It seems that with each passing year,
There were new things that we began to hear.

Instead of much playing that we had daily known,
New things busied us to prove we had grown.
The hours on the playground were relatively few,
As there was now more work for us to do.

Now that we have grown ancient, wrinkled, and gray,
More new things seem to occupy our day.
Wearied from hours spent on the job,
We return home to watch little “Billy-Bob.”

If only half his energy we had,
Life would truly be “not so bad”.
As we watch him run and play,
We think to ourselves, “It’s been a great day!”
DrJames Martin
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DrJames Martin  72/M
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