I felt kind of sad today
At my dads family reunion
I was the youngest one there
And I'm in my fifties
There were only ten of us
From a family so large
But, the younger ones don't come
And mingle with the realitives
Their lives are probable to busy
To spend the time with us
But, what is going to happen
When the ten of us are gone
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