Its All There For The ASCII-ing

A man’s story page, spoke at eighty years of age:
“Sixty nine was fine”, he smiled, “That’s when I engaged”.
“A lovely woman just retired who was sixty five.”
“Her sixty seven family members kept me quite alive.”
“Sixty nine was fine”, he smiled again, “I was the rage”.

“Seventy nine was not so fine, that’s when she passed away.”
“If at seventy eight I’d known, I’d made her better way.”

“Sixty nine was special, my magic golden year.”
“I met my magic sixty five year old, who I hold dear.”
“At eighty two I will be blue, at night I’ll pace the floor.”
“To join her I’ll be waiting still, when I’m eighty four.”
“At seventy two, I somehow knew, she was all I’d adore.”

by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater