All these ages*

I have always now, just turned four
ten, thirteen, twenty-one again
thirty-nine, fifty, and more …

I have been, know well all these ages,
childhood’s gift of the timeless moment,
first love, joy’s wings,
disappointment, hurt, and rages,
friendships forged and broken things,
hope, despair, the ever-ever pain
of the brok…

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