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|Forty-two has friends and a young daughter.|
Open up her life and you will find,
Resting at the unprotected center,
The quiet self-assurance of her mind,
Yielding nothing as the years unwind.
There is no future that can be designed.
What course the will may set, the wind will alter.
One is oneself one's fortune, cruel or kind.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon