long past their prime
of moments to replace
those who have
already stolen
too much time.
of moments that
wonder why
they are still here.
oh so human
our blunders.
and often
too near.
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- karen lyons kalmenson
- 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
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