at ten and twelve
i have no quarlms
or worries to mend.
yet all my teens
are full of plays
with classic girls.
my twenteth age
is full of rage
that make me bulge.
they all run away
fourty now i am
too bad to betray.
in life i learn
best friend is that
who stood by you
when trail's on.
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