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Beyond Salad Days And Years. A Poem
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Beyond Salad Days And Years. A Poem He sounded like such a stud Knowing what was to come It was something I could not begrudge Such memories will now Be small comfort For what he can No longer do For what he has lost. It was all consenting adults Interacting to give And get pleasure. He looks upon that With a lens of nostalgia. Sharing his stories With any willing audience. Our salad years Could that term apply To when men Were in their prime? Not just youth And it's green dimension? Now with enhancements Being plentiful And salad a diet staple And more preservatives To bring about A longevity of more note Our salad years Can last a longer time Until it is no longer Physically possible Or if one's attitude Wanes with the sun And the moon Holds no appeal. Back to the man Who has lost so much He has a mind That recalls Those moments With a fondness A life that goes on Beyond salad days What term would Now be appropriate? Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Intriguing poem my lady - reminiscent of ... "... frail deeds (dancing) in a green bay..." As for the days ahead, "In Balance" Cheers my lady - P
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I enjoyed this, but didn't have near enough time to spend with it as I'd like. Saved it to read again later. 
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