Once upon a time I thought
I’d
never see the day
When
age would bring me wrinkles,
Creaky
knees and hair of gray.
Once
upon a time the years
Stretched
out, without an end,
Without
the need to know what waited
Right
around the bend.
Once
upon a time the world
Seemed
welcoming and kind,
But
that’s a different picture
From
what most today would find.
Once
upon a time is how
A
fairy tale might start,
But
after that, reality
And
fiction drift apart.
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