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Midnight Rising


Newborn,
and then
I’m one.
Life is adventure,
life is fun.

World turns slow,
I count
to ten,
and then
I’m caught in-between
being a child,
and being a teen.
The great mystery
of girls await.
First kisses,
first ever date.

Before I know it
I’m twenty-one.
I feel
That my life
has
just begun.

Love, sweet romance,
you’re so beautiful in white.
Soft music plays,
oh how
we dance,
dance away
this perfect night.

Marriage, babies
career,
decades fly by.
I’m thirty-one,
forty-one,
fifty-one,
sixty-one.

I look back
at what I’ve accomplished,
at what I’ve done.
So little
in the scheme
of things.

Brochures, dog-eared,
food stained,
aged by many years.
Exotic places,
exotic names.

Italy,
Spain,
Portugal,
France.

Life plays
another cruel game.
Moonlight, soft music,
memories of romance,
but when I dance,
I dance alone.

World spins
out of control.
seventy-one,
eighty-one.
How quick
the ebbing of the tide.

At long, long last
the ending of
foolish
foolish pride.

I grow weak,
experience
fragility,
lose myself
in the darkness of senility.
Midnight rising.

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