Tag: #aging
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The New and the Old
Yesterday, I spent time with my granddaughter Claire, 6+months old., Today I turn 77. Need a haircut. But that’s about all I need. Peace.
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Poetry: The Shattered Old Man
The shattered old man has had it with wildfires, Covid and the Afghanistan follies. When first light pierces his eyes, he cocks his gun and squeezes the tigger From the cheap seats where he’s been watching a prima ballerina land en pointe. There’s applause but he can’t tell if it’s in front or behind the…
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Fast Fiction: The Trail Encounter
Two senior citizens cross paths in The Trail Encounter. Fast fiction at my other site every Sunday at http://twivelist.wordpress.com.
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Aging isn’t in the mirror
Didn’t know what it was like to be old until I was. Aging isn’t in the mirror. I am who I am at this moment, not last year, or last century. If there’s a tomorrow, I’ll get that After too many decades trying to be what I imagined I should be. The trick was understanding…
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Poem: Aging
Aging Left my cane at home, Ego. Dyed my white hair brown, Mistake. Hiked up a mountain, Breathless. Aches and pains abound, Youth gone.
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Iron Butterfly
The sea ages all things metal and wood. This “iron” butterfly was once yellow. I scrubbed the redwood door last year and it went from dark to light. In the meantime my hair has gone all white, but then I am not all metal or wood, simply thankful for each day, an emotion I don’t…
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The Freudian Typo?
I just posted how on any day I would trade a sofa for a trail, only the original post had, in error, “trail for a sofa.” This mistake is another reminder of my declining proofreading skills. Oh, how we age!
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Friday Fast Fiction: The Youthful Moment
From the second floor study Ronald had a panoramic view of the leaves turning red and yellow in the final days of October. He eased back in the leather chair and drifted off to sleep. Soon he was running on the path that meandered through the woods. He was no longer old, but that young…
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