Grant Me as I grow old you will hold me still, in high regard, in your arms. when the fringe of grey is on my eyes and my lips require your aid canes of steel and a hopeful gaze you will keep me in your reaches. if I falter in the pot and am stuck [...]
Posts Tagged ‘aging’
Raging Globe
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, coping, elderly, emotion, end of life, fear of the future, free verse, growing old, longterm care, Love, nursing homes, poems, potry, relationships, soulmates, souls, true love on September 18, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Brown Sugar Alien
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, body image, childhood, coping, daily life, destiny, dreams, emotion, fear of the future, growing up, identity, life, Love, meaningful living, memory, missed opportunities, old age, philosophy, poetry, telescope, the future, the past, true love, writing on July 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Far Off I see you in the end of my telescope you’re 46 your eyes are not as clear as they used to be when I turn the dial your face becomes softer the years back off and the spirit of you as a child before I knew you before life dirtied your surface are [...]
Three-hundred-and-sixty-five
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, berries, bird, bushes, change, climate, cold, emerging seasons, emotion, environment, fear of the future, life, nature, plantlife, plants, poetry, red, seasons, spring, summer, the future, tree, trees, twig, twigs, warmth, Wildlife, winter on March 22, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Bright the bush has the single bird a leaf some twigs red berries and the promise of a lying winter in a few many months. Love, Muse
Warning Glory
Posted in poetry, tagged aging, childhood, childhood activities, childhood memories, coffee, coping, daily life, destiny, dreams, emotion, expectations, fear of the future, growing up, identity, life, life experience, meaningful living, memory, missed opportunities, mornings, philosophy, poetry, the future, the past on March 19, 2010 | 1 Comment »
Golden she didn’t know this when she got up twenty years ago and tied her shoes reached up to the sink got water in her eye and missed the brush from the coffee downstairs to eggs on her plate small people really don’t know what ever awaits. Love, Muse
