35 years old.
A turning point of some kind.
A dream unfolds.
A dream is forgotten.
Kids are screaming in the backseat.
Then after awhile the kids are
calm and happy again.
That's the secret to life isn't it.
If the kids are happy everyone is happy.
This poem upon reading it again
seems to be missing something.
What it is I do not know.
But on the other hand this life
isn't missing anything at all.
It is now complete filled with ups
and downs and everything in between.
Last night my 2 year old daughter
said to me "Be happy....Daddy".
And she's right.
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