Looking Back - Poem by Wayne Bowen
When I think of things I have done
some were work and some were fun.
Life seems to take us up and down,
in and out and all around.
When we are old and face the end
we'll always wonder how things have been
if work was fun and fun was work,
if down was up and up was down.
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