Ten Short Years
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It’s truly amazing how much you can change in ten short years,
This poem explores the changes I have seen with a few tears,
Even though I sometimes feel like a completely different man,
I endure the changes and continue to live my life the best I can.
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Ten Short Years
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In just ten years, I have transformed into another human being,
Sometimes I can’t believe what my eyes in the mirror are seeing.
Back then I was six feet four inches tall bumping my head on the door,
Now I’ve shrunk down to six feet two and my head doesn’t hit anymore.
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Back then my round belly was of the a bid too poochy kind.
Now it hangs way over all around my forty six inch waist line.
I believe all of that fifty pounds that I have gained since then,
Landed right on my flabby belly, an old guy just can’t seem to win.
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Back then I had a few hard muscles still left in my large chest.
Now my wife tells me often I need a big brazier for my tits to rest.
In the morning when I get up to brush my teeth and comb my hair,
I know she is right as I see them flopping around down there.
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Back then, I had hair on all my head, but the thin hair did show.
Now my hairlines reclined and there’s a spot where no hair grows.
I guess that’s why that I nearly always do wear a baseball cap,
To cover the bald spots where my hair will surely never grow back.
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Back then, I always wore good looking cowboy boots on my feet,
I guess because the cowboy boy in me was loose on the street.
Now I wear sandals with air cushions in the soles for my comfort,
As diabetes has ruined my feet so that shoes, my feet they do hurt.
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My feet back then were strong from dancing both two step and clog,
Now they are blue colored with my toes all curled up like a frog.
It’s a shame because I always loved to dance just cutting a rug.
So the next time that you see me, remember that I need a hug.
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Back then my eyebrows were always so very thin looking good,
Why do they now grow faster instead of slowing down like it should.
They now grow fast and are so bushy like they’ve been fertilized,
I have them cut each time I cut my hair just to keep them sized.
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Back then my skin was very smooth looking pretty darn fine,
Now it is very hard to find a spot that a wrinkle you can’t find.
It’s like they just suddenly all showed up one morning in June,
As I was listening to Spotify playing an old George Jones tune.
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I guess that ten years between age sixty and seventy is so tough
As it seems I have done most of my aging in that time so rough.
I think that everyone must age somewhat differently in their life,
Perhaps due to some harsh periods of real tough bodily strife.
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No matter what happens to me in the future years of my life,
I am truly grateful for all the wonderful years here with my wife,
And all my family that have given me such joy though the years.
So when I leave, I hope that they don’t shed too many tears.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading Ten Short Years,
Bill