At this point and time in life
I look back at the years of old
That have flipped down to history
Enchanted for being such a victory
Days slipped to the arms of the ages
But their legacy speaks out loud
For being during the times of the child
A dad of a man no mild
For a moment I pause and ponder
With insight I look far and yonder
Worried of the future yet unveiled
Unwrapped like a gift of the present
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