Saturate, control, bold, unwind, sword, often, skeptical, slight, might, sign, ninth,threshold
On the threshold of my seventyth year
I unwind the story of my life
Skeptical that I have lived so long
Without control of the past
Only my response
It is perhaps the ninth time
I have tried to recall it al
Grief has sometimes saturated my years
Yet, without armor or sword
Boldly continued
With a sigh
Try as I might
The details are slight
Memory dims
I vow to try again another day
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Nice piece, Annell. Aging is bittersweet. I am 51, and hope to make the threshold of my 70s, at least. With age comes wisdom weaving through your words.
I’m not all that far behind you, my friend. And yes, there are days when I want to remember, others when I sneak away quietly and visit a park, or just drive around hoping to see a hawk. Really like what you created from these words. I felt a bit less than coherent today. Maybe tomorrow,
Elizabeth
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Love it just love it.