Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Aging

 Aging is a torn up flower 

Still bright at heart 

And filled with power 

Neither wilting nor 

The whims of providence 

Will rob the flower 

Of its confidence 

The flower sees what will always be

The essence of its identity 


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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