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I'M 39
(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

I'M 39

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

What's the purpose of writing down something,
So as not to forget
When doing so is forgotten,
And remembering it one quits!
Or...
How about this one,
Looking for a sock that is in your hand?
And walking around with it,
Then throwing it in the trash can!
Not saying I've done this...
But I know these things 'someone' has done!
Afterall,
In my mind I still think I'm 39!
And I'm sure the day will come when I am reminded,
I will soon be 61!
'That' too 'someone' will put into the trashcan to find!
I'm celebrating anniversaries these days.
And I'll be celebrating my twenty-second time,
Of being 39!
THAT I do remember!

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Thank you for this wonderful poem, reminds me of my mom... she was 16 for years! ! Aging may not be gracefully done, but the two of you have the best fun with it... besides, it's just a number. Happy 39th, enjoy all the rest of your many 39's to come! Lee


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