Getting Older
R Richard Wlodarski
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In that night
When I awaken
After sweat-filled...
Diapers soaked
I cry and try
To remember
When I was little
Younger...now older
In the morning
Of the igniting
I start up
Fired to the soul
In the evening
Of the beckoning
Awakening
To heart-breaking...
Tears
Falling from the soul
Remembering
Once ago
Richard Wlodarski April 2016
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