Old men can’t help themselves,
it’s the nature of the beast,
the looking back,
the wondering about change,
about the passing of time.
No matter the age we make,
one can’t forget the days,
the unfettered joys shared
with friends
that time has taken.
Still,
There is nothing I would change
about my life, even if I could,
because it all brought me to her.
There is nothing else I would build,
not from paper, stone or wood,
except that which created me and her.
There is nothing I could say,
not even if I should,
that speaks louder in me than her.
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