41. The Red Line
He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
He danced as a buck,
sang as an elder and
beat a drum as long as he was able.
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Early morning sun
Dull light through the window
A shadow crosses her face
I catch a glimpse
Having lost my husband almost exactly a year ago, I was incredibly touched by this poem. Especially as we too were married for well over 50 years. I look at photos on my photo frame all the...
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My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
As we get older, we look back and realize that age gradually snuck up on us. Once we take the time to look in the mirror, it is a startled realization about the facts we must face. This poem...
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Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.