Monday, November 6, 2017

jeunessesphere


her youth, remembered
her wrinkled hands count
not what time has stolen
as they went about living.
her youth, remembered
when forward she sees
though
more lags
behind
her presentness.
her youth, remembered
the glow no longer
a new form of beauty,
perhaps it is.
what time that is left.

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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