![]() 64 years old.A Poem by Coyote Poetry![]() My muse is alive and well tonight.![]()
64 years old..
I am in the Winter of discontentment and I am learning. I am 64 years old and I won't see Florence again, I won't drink the September new wine in Germany again and I won't be able to read my poetry at Hyde Park in London. Maybe I decided my final place to rest? Now I have my Michigan, now I have my great lakes near. Now I have Port Austin and this is enough for me. Lake St. Clair is near me and I can sit near the Clinton River everyday. I can sit with the Lake St. Clair dancing and I can write my poetry and story. I have my five grandchildren, I love their tomfoolery and laughter, they can make me smile and laugh too. Some of my discontentment of my life can make me feel sad. I wished, I did more. I have learn in my 64 years of life. You can't save a world, that doesn't want to be saved. You must create safe place for your family and your friends. And hope for a good death, you must hope for a good ending. Dancing Coyote
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5 Reviews Added on July 2, 2023 Last Updated on July 2, 2023 Author![]() Coyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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