THERE WAS A TIME…
There was a time which was
Much better lived than told
There was a time we were much younger
And growing up held more sway than growing old
And then one day all that growing was done
And the long slide down that
Imaginary hill had begun…
I have,as you can see, not yet finished this poem. Anybody who feels like contributing some lines to finish it please feel free!
My Writing Life 
I’ve slid, lost my hat, what’s worse, I’ve gotten fat,
But if, at the end of it all, I could choose,
I’d say it’s been a good slide; I’d go again-
Through every bump and cut and bruise.
And I still reminisce now, of life back then.
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Excellent Michael! I will put it together with my half and publish the new version tomorrow. A joint venture!
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