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Post by Ken Corbett on Nov 17, 2012 21:05:19 GMT -5
When i was a child i climbed up into the tree ventured onto the shaking limb till it whipped and creaked on the verge of infinity
when i was a young man i ate the forbidden fruit till visions shimmered and i no longer knew what was false or true
when i became a man i gambled with my heart found both bliss and bitterness learned hurt and how to hurt till i learned to love
now that i am older i yearn once more to taste the heady tang of risk to bet it all on one throw to finally let go
but only in my dreams now i find happiness in the arms of my love the smiles of my children the glee of my children's children
Ken
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 19, 2012 23:11:11 GMT -5
Every part of life is beautiful in its way, Ken. Having grandchildren is a joy and a blessing.
Dan
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