The Road Maps on my Hands

I look upon my hands, No matter under light night or day, All the creases and crinkles, scars and burns Full life of work and care Work and Love, And each new wrinkle of age, Family and Friends, All the hugs I helped created Dirty or clean, Still full of happiness and pride, Old or [...]

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My Shadow

Passing through years of time, making me who I am now Each wrinkle and scar a testimony of life well lived Time wroth furrows mapping each bend in the path Life’s blood runs now slow in these old veins Once golden hair now awash in the white of snow Yet I still hold to life [...]

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Tired Lament

These old bones feel so heavy, As I sit in this worn out chair, And the world is so much colder now, Though no one seems to care. I think I’ve reached my final days, Dwindled to but a few, Each day now like the one before, Too soon they will be done. They shut [...]

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