A Rhyme For Old Friends

a lemonRemember when we were 4 and having tea at the table Grandpa made?

Then we were 8 and selling lemonade that our moms made so sweet.

13 came and we were really teenagers and oh so proud not to be 12.

Then 16 hit and we saw ourselves as  fully bloomed women and men.

19 was a great age we knew we were fully mature.

32 hit and we realized that we were still maturing.

53 found us wondering where that table went and wanting tea again.

65 remembering the pricelessness of being 4.

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