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/ Bowen needs poem /
/ softly falling down asleep /
/ feathers flying high /
Thanks to the Weekend Wordsmith for inspiration.
Caught up with an old friend tonight, who wrote this – so much like real life.
age by Mark Mironer
Now my thirties have almost been spent
And I wonder just where the years went.
When I ponder their worth
I reflect on the birth
Of my children, with naught to repent.Many classmates can easily claim
They’ve been showered with fortune and fame.
Then I grumble, “not me”
Til I look round and see
Those kids who are bearing my name.Then I’ll think back on diapers and drool,
Or the time that I’ve spent at their school,
And the games that we’ve played.
Do you think that I’d trade
That for dollars? I’m not such fool.
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