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Rite of Passage
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We rode up to the castle gates and demanded that we might enter,
No wall or moat would keep us out nor draw bridge at the center.
For we had come from many long miles to claim that which to us belongs,
We’ve worn flowered shirts and bell bottom pants and listened to seventies songs.
We bore our children in the eighties while we established our careers,
Now we are buying blue jeans with relaxed fit cut to comfortably fit our rears.
Our armor has lost its sheen and our trusty lances have lost their points,
Our eyesight has let us down and we use Glucosamine for our joints.
So lower the bridge and let us in because we’ve passed through the other stages,
And my wife and I have earned the right to live in the middle ages.
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--Submitted by lanet on 2011-07-21.
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Julianne Carlile:
Better than the opposite.
Posted 07/26/2011 08:10 AM
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Julianne Carlile:
Better than the opposite.
Posted 07/26/2011 08:10 AM
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lanet:
I always thought that 50 would cause me to reflect on my life or that it would hit me hard. It didn't. I'm still a nine year old trapped in a 53 year old body.
Posted 07/25/2011 09:10 AM
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Julianne Carlile:
That sounds like an earthquake measurement. 53.5 on the Richter scale.
Posted 07/25/2011 07:38 AM
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lanet:
53.5 as of today.
Posted 07/25/2011 05:36 AM
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Julianne Carlile:
Can I ask how old you are?
Posted 07/24/2011 08:35 AM
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