Days passed without care
Until wrinkles around the eyes,
Being on the wrong side of half-life;
Turns All reflective.
Pleasures foresworn aching,
Almost as bad as Pleasures grasped;
When the time was wrong.
The Childhood Sweetheart,
Who first seized your love;
Still will make you curse,
For lack of access to their pants.
Others came later,
Sometimes One of You were married;
It making no sense now!
I apologize in advance to all who would think this purient. Truth be told, it be simply an tool to signify all lost moment.
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Reviewed by Glen D. Lovelace
Reviewed on March 25, 2002
Imagine Consciousness first becoming "conscious": What? Who?? ME??? Why????
As someone who needs ironing my self (to deal with wrinkles) I understand completely Great tribute the passing of time! Where did it go anyway? Sandi
Reviewed by Karen Dunn
Reviewed on February 9, 2002
Lawrance,
Point Well Made! Live Every Moment - Taste Life's Fruits - Smell Every Flower - Love Every Time you get a Chance! Tempest Fugit !!
No Going Back.
Karen Dunn
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Point Well Made! Live Every Moment - Taste Life's Fruits - Smell Every Flower - Love Every Time you get a Chance! Tempest Fugit !!
No Going Back.
Karen Dunn