64 years old.A Poem by Coyote PoetryMy 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 AuthorCoyote 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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