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Friday, April 9, 2010

MOSTLY GROWN: A Sonnet

  

When I was just a scrawny pup
So-called grown-ups would question me
"Sonny, pray tell, when you grow up --
What the hell are you going to be?"
I wasn't sure -- then in a wink
Some fifty years went up in flame.
I'm mostly grown, so let me think
Just what it was that I became.

Degrees and titles were conferred
     as I achieved so many goals,
But values changed as I matured.
I hope a few of all my roles
    will be remembered in the end:
Son, Brother, Husband, Father, Friend.






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