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The Big 4-0
Party time is here but the theme will be black,
Because Ol’ Grg has crossed over and there’s no going back.
He made it to the peak; he had his time on top,
But now he starts down with no brakes to stop.
He’ll move a little slower; he might not remember where he’s been,
With a far away look; he’ll say, “I remember when...”
He’ll get used to hearing Old Geezer or the Old man down the street,
In time he’ll start saying, “Would you please repeat?”
The follies of his youth will come back to bite like a snake,
Places he never knew he had will now start to ache.
But there is something worse; only the older ones know,
When wishfully they say, “I wish once again I was the big 4-o.
JRS© 12-4-00
The “Okie” Poet
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