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Created on: November 27, 2008
Thoughts to Ponder
Who am I when...
my feet won't keep time with the music,
the numbers don't add up,
people don't return my phone calls,
and bread no longer rises in my kitchen?
Who am I when...
my resume begins to look more like fiction than reality,
my bank account diminishes with no returns,
my worldly possessions are discarded at the curb , and all I have and need fits into one room?
Who am I when...
my stories trail off in conversation,
my mind is sharp and my body won't cooperate,
the names in my phone book read more as a dearly departed list
and, my purpose has to do more with presence than action?
I am....
the memories I keep, the smile on my face,
the prayers in my heart and most of all a
cherished, precious, child of God.
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Poetry: Growing old
steps much slower than before
as time creeps up upon my door
trying to sing a happy song
wondering where time went wrong
pulling
by Josh Andrews
In fifty years we will be nothing more than a mass of wrinkled weathered skin and fragile bones
Our memories and stories
I gaze at my bathroom mirror,
And looking back at me,
Are the telltale signs of wrinkles,
And gray hair their company.
My knees
COULD IT BE I’M GETTING OLD
Age is a thing we all must face;
We’ll all grow old some day
unless, of course,
Twisted just like gray lovers under the covers
I will love you until the end
And we will dry up like prunes
The paper stickers
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