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50 Years Later

Thinking over the last 50 years of my life, changing, growing, and finding myself.

Photo by Pierre-Alain Picard on Unsplash

Half-Centurion opened eyes,
burnt your youth with a passionate fire.
Year’s crept over fertile ground.

You believed temptation’s selfish sound.
Then you struggled to retire,
laboring to understand the wise.




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CMad Poet

CMad Poet

A blue collar prose poet, who hopes to describe some truth with encrypted lines for you to digest in fun bite sized stories.

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