Christopher Kendalls
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Post by Christopher Kendalls on Mar 6, 2003 13:09:05 GMT -5
95 years from now To think of yesterdays aspirations Times that war held the nation captive Aspirations and dreams I had with my wife
At this age, the best you can do is to feel like you're 65 My outline defined clearly in the mirror No body fat to hid my frame anymore Actually wearing a size 28 again
A medium that falls off my frame You could push me over and kill me In many ways I have not changed All except that, I am ready to die
I am sure I have answered all of her questions I never did what anyone wanted me to do I was 50 before my friendships began to endure time Once they did, I actually began to feel younger
I remember we thought we would not see the 21st century To be honest I am not looking forward to the 22nd The world is entirely too perfect I can no longer handle it It makes me cry every time to think about it
Maybe I will confront Logan’s worst fears I always wanted to die in the metropolis The sophistication has died in me As long as I am alone when it happens No one has to experience my departure from this earth
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Post by Maryann22 on Mar 9, 2003 22:12:10 GMT -5
nice work
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