Okay...So I know I posted a link to some poetry that I posted on deviantart.com but I decided to post it here, in plain type for those (if anyone is here) that just doesn't want to go there.
Life
The baby crawls across the floor
His mother proud to see.
But if he should work a little more
Then walking he shall be.
The young man walking up the aisle
Beside his lovely bride.
He looks at her and has to smile
At this woman by his side.
In middle-age his life is well,
The kids are growing fast.
Sometimes his life is living hell
And he longs for the past.
As in old age, her mind has strayed
The kids are now full grown.
The angels come, she flies away
And now he's left alone.
And now it's time, the end is near,
The doctor's at the door.
The dark is gone, the light is clear
He'll be alone no more.
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