I’ve grown older

But certainly not colder

In fact a bit bolder.

The more I know

The less I understand.

I try to read, but

The words have become blurred,

I cannot read them.

Not without help.

I rise from this lonely old bed to get my glasses.  Knowing I’ve laid dormant for too long.

And when I read your book

Every word says the same to me.




The beauty, the pain… the anticipation, the disappointment… the exhilaration, the sadness…the unfettered joy; the pure celebration of another persons life.

All expressed with a twinkle of your eye, better than 100,000 words

You are so pretty I forget the pain of what no longer is

and vow to love again… if only for a moment



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