It was going to end
It always is
From the beginning
To the very last kiss
Born as a baby
Small and pink
A feisty toddler
A teenager on drink
30 and flirty
Not settled down
Forty and married
With kids
In a town
Fifty and grey
Teenage children shout
Chloe’s a monster
Natalie doesn't half pout
Sixty, seventy
Getting on my dear
At eighty it ends
You disappear
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