Monday, January 2, 2017

grew old...letter to the young

all of us
but once were
young.
ran and kept going
all about fun.
did not listen to
stories
that we were told
by those we simply
considered old,
the words from their
hearts and mouths
to deaf ears fell.
we thought we knew
it all too well.
now years and days
accumulate
your words have faded,
or heard, too late.
and ironing out the
ironies
you always knew
that one day we
would
be old like you.

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings