AgingA Poem by MarkAs I get older, the oldest generation keeps getting closer to my age.And it felt like life. All soft, but hard in the middle. Cherished strings of fuzzy events each a pearl wobbling on fraying line. And I wept with my heart. All hard, but soft in the middle. Knowing the pearls were dropping; as yours all did by the end. And it felt like the line moved faster as it grew shorter. Days into nights back into mornings soft, and yet so hard.
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Added on January 8, 2014Last Updated on January 8, 2014 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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