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Life's Little Game



I am not the infant I once was,
Nor the toddler to be chased.
Never again to be the little boy,
I left the schools a long time ago.
The soldier retired from my duty,
Married a girl now a woman.
Children are raised till they are gone,
Now I am old, life is near done.
All these recollections that I have,
Will die with me and my staff.
Where will they go, what will they do?
Whatever they want to bad enough.
As they started as infants the same,
Now they will play life's little game.

Fred Guymon 28JUL98