Poem: Returning to my True Self

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whimsical humor 
suppressed for years 
I was too frivolous
too loud and too obnoxious
way too much for
such a quiet and retiring
personality
there was too much to do
bills to pay
children to raise
jobs to perform
I learned
not to laugh so loud
or stand out in a crowd
because that made him
uncomfortable
but now that more 
than five decades have passed
I've decided that 
I am too old 
to not enjoy life 
and become 
the person I was 
meant to be

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