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thirty and a day
is what i'll be
when the shock of thirty
has gone and left me
thirty and a week
is what i'll be
when the thoughts of then
that fill my head end
with now being all i seek
thirty and a month
is what i'll be
when yesterday's memories
drift away along forget-me-not’s breeze
recalled only once in a while
a year and thirty
is what i'll be
when the youth that has
laughed, cried, smiled, and wept
has finally slept,
perhaps waking someone wiser
