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Mar 2014
As a boy he’d not really imagined
What his life would be like as a man
Oh he’d had lots of dreams like all boys did
But he’d hoped he could be Superman.

But of course life doesn’t turn out quite like that
And he’d moved through his youth at a pace
As a man he’d set forth and in a grown way
Got a job and joined in the rat race.

On the way he met a woman and she loved him
A woman who even now has such grace
They bought a small house in a village
And moved in and lived life slower paced.

The rat race proved too much for his taste
He got out and then slowed down his life
He started to write down his thoughts every day
And he spent more precious time with his wife.

Many years have passed by in the village
The shop’s gone, and the Post Office too
And some of their old friends aren't alive any more
And they think of them fondly, they do.

They’re getting on now as age takes the years
They still love each other more every day
And they’re happy that they chose to live this life
For them it was always the way.

©JRW2014
Joe Wilson
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