you fondly remember
the middle years,
those fat and happy
years of contentment.
a wife, the picket
fence, the child
in school, the dog on
a leash.
how nice it was
to know where and when
dinner was served,
when to rise,
or sleep.
the kiss goodnight.
it's different now.
each day a spin of the wheel.
each day
a toss of the dice.
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