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Years
go by
You and I
smile and laugh
at each new gray hair
how we can't see small print
the wrinkles that have moved in
and we don't bother to evict
Half a century of loving you
yet every day feels like something new
submitted for In-Form Poet, Etheree, at Poetic Bloomings
and Poetry Jam, Life at Age 67 (That Jam Isn't Moldy!)
