Poem about getting older.

We all look at the future a little yet, when you find the one you realize hey it may not be all that bad.

Year after year and I love her still. I know at times it seems we made a mistake by getting married young but look at us now, you with beauty and me with my gray.

A poem about my non birthday.

Poem written in trochees,bemoaning the ageing process. With Apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Poem written in trochees,bemoaning the ageing process. With Apologies to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

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How life is passing by.

A short poem.

A poem written for my 33rd birthday.