Friday, January 10, 2014

she did not

she did not always
do what she was told.
she could never be bought,
though up the river
she was sold.
time passed with
no wisdom
accumulated.
just runaway dreams
deeply dissipated.
days years hours,
seconds decades
counted.
never to return
lost in tension
mounted.
coping skills at times
off to one side.
no way to count the
tears that she cried.
(at times tears did not
come,
so inside,
she died.)


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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