A Portrait of Age
By Cope
Though I am young, I can't help but wonder, A portrait of my age, My mind begins to ponder. To think of a man, Whom has been through a lot, His memories and his love ones, That is all this man has got. A happy man, He will forever be, The classic bearded smile, We will forever see. Over the years, He has gained a few pounds, However, he still skis, Always pounding those little mounds. He has his beautiful wife, She is an amazing woman, Always generous and caring, Doing anything she can. A happy family, They were all one, From grandson to great grandpa, They partied and had fun. He truly was happy, The little bald-headed man, He has lived his life, Better than anyone can. Gazing into my portrait of age, As it would seem, To be as lucky as him, I still only dream. Yet, this is my goal, To live a full life, you could say, Strive for happiness, Life to the fullest everyday. Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 09:51 AM PST 0 • 12
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