twists
gnarls
turns
which way you
go
is how you learn.
the steps unbroken
the ones hobbled
and sore
none are a mere token
from each one
we learn
more.
about who we
are in this
world we call home
with whom we
travel
even when we
are
alone.
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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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