I travel on the sidewalk Slow.
Farewell to skipping stairs.
The certainties I used to know
now catch me unawares.
I never had the youngbloods’ grin
or confidence to spare.
At times, I took it on the chin,
and found it hard to bear.
At night, of late, instead of sleep,
I dawdle in the shower
and pray the Lord my soul to keep
until its finest hour.
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Lee, it is beautiful and sad. I hope you are writing from your poet’s heart and not your own.
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“East is East and West is West, and never the Twain shall meet”, or so it goes? Though I can’t see how you would separate the two. Thank you, Gael. ❤️
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