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Created on: August 16, 2010 Last Updated: September 15, 2010
There are those sitting at the crossroads of life
Succombing to the fear of aging
Paralyzed with regrets
And feeling too old to let themselves feel free
What is holding them back?
It is their fear that is aging the best of them
Restricting their minds and their bodies
To the freedoms of life
Becoming feeble minded with rusted bodies
If they opened themselves up to the possibilities
They may find youth beckoning to them
Aging will not be an encroachment
But a time to be enjoyed.
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Poetry: Aging
Years slowly settle on us, like the dust
In layers first invisible, then white
Borne by the unsuspecting air, it must
Upon
Aging doesn't bring just wrinkles and gray hair
But wisdom and experience - a powerful pair
When I look in the mirror as
What is lost, what is gained
As our years now near the end?
Plan for tomorrow, not beyond
No future 'round the bend
Dreams
The room is still
The light shines through the blinds
We wake, the sun glows, the birds sing
The cat stirs
it winds its tail
You ask, "How are you?" Before I answer, let me say:
I have always had a vegetable garden - for over fifty years
I have watched
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