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A poem outlining how my life has evolved |
| . . Needs change throughout the years. First a mother to hold us tight To tenderly dry our tears And to sing a lullaby each night But soon we seek adventures, Search for money, fame and satisfaction, Laugh out loud at misadventures, Danger, risks, a great attraction. Next, long years of responsibility, Of daily grind for hearth and home. With robust health and vitality Happy to no longer roam. Now grandchildren sit upon our knees As stories of our lives we tell. The blessings and the many failings But the joyous times as well. I reflect on all the years, Blessings by the score. I raise a glass and shout out, “Cheers!” And hope to see a dozen more. 20 lines. Written for Poetry Topic of the Month. Prompt: Past life |