I am still not consumed forever
Life still flickers
Though not inflammable
It's peculiar strength
Comes from bygone years
By now I should have given up
On having a heart....yet I am not heart-less
Till now.... nor am I green with envy
Of those who possess sweeter memories
Of days gone by and left in hand
Nor do I yearn for my baby teeth
To show off the whiteness of my soul
Virgin in its longings
At sixty
I am my own self
A little bitter...a wee bit better than
My former self with roots firmer still
Stretching to the ocean
Where all tributaries mingle
And loose their own selves
In shape, colour, creed of being human
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"I am my own self a little bitter...a wee bit better than my former self with roots firmer still" ~~ age has gifted you with remarkable insight and sensitivity. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen.
Delete60 was a good age. My bod cratered, but repairable, at 68. I had to retire.
ReplyDelete90 and I'm falling apart again, this time now fix, blame it on age. Retired
life has been good, completed my bucket list.
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Jim, that's great. I also hope tomake my retired life memorable.
DeleteSixty is the new 40. You still are a young whipper snipper...Enjoy live now...it goes quickly.
ReplyDeleteI know. Thank you for being on this page with me.
DeleteOh, this is just perfect!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
ReplyDeleteWonderful sentiments, beautifully expressed!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Rosemary
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteThank you
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