Knocking on 70's Door

I once wrote a poem about Spring

in which I said, and I quote . . .

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The sights and sounds and smells of Spring

Cause hearts both young and old to sing.

It seems the years just melt away

and I feel I'm sweet sixteen today.

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(I was fifty something - - time changes things.)

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Now, I'm knocking on 70's door

and I feel sixteen no more.

Now, the sights and sounds and smells of Spring

make me wish I felt sixteen.