before these bags underneath mine eyes,
the wrinkles and the folds on my brow
before my two prosthetics, my displaced
shoulder and my broken digits on hands
and toes
before my shaggy white beard, the sparse
hair on my head covering where there is none
before the many days, months and years that
have passed me by, i was naïve, innocent,
i was young
and now i sit here, grateful for all this time,
this gift of life, mostly that i found you, my love
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