I'm 49 now
Walking in the evening spring air
With thoughts of how things
Could have been
And how time is about half way
Our age brings enlightenment
Both to know how lucky we are
And to wish rewind
So life could be
Everything that our age sees
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somewhat pensive, Karen. age has a funny way of making us more thoughtful. it's good to dive inside sometimes. good for art. i'll have to see your latest creations soon!
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