I was once, not so bold

Rather shy, I was told.

Then it happened, that I grew

Into a kind of, "Pot of Stew".

From time to time, I'd make a wave

Finding new ways to misbehave.

There came the time, I needed to shave

And realized then, I'd best behave.

Young maidens were, much more fun

A wonderful way, to find "The One".

I found that One, and looked no more

Then raised a child, that we'd adore.

We did our best, to pass the test.

The years went by, we were blessed.

Now my wife, had to Leave

With memories, I smile and grieve.

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