At sweet sixteen, her smile so bright,
I, a bud of shyness, turned out of sight,
Exceptional reply, a chance missed,
Regret filled my heart as I reminisced.
At twenty-five, she kissed her groom,
I, a failure, cast in love's gloom,
Exceptional stare, face filled with despair,
Realizing my thoughts, I was well aware.
At thirty-four, in the park she walked,
With two kids by her side, they talked,
I, a man of silence, lost in thought,
Exceptional sigh, my pain unsought.
At forty-three, tears flowed, divorced,
I, a man bewildered and forced,
Exceptional heartache, a world falling apart,
Where did it all go wrong, I pondered with a heavy heart.
At fifty-two, she vanished from view,
I, unsure if I cared or withdrew,
Exceptional curiosity, a burning desire,
Where did she go, fueled my inner fire.
At sixty-one, she sat in dismay,
I, an old pa with wisdom's display,
Exceptional courage, a smile I bestowed,
Finally saying, "Hey!" as our stories flowed.
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