she put one hand
on
top of
the other
and pulled
the skin smooth
and
looked at me
and said:
i used to be young once…
i used to be
young.
she put one hand
on
top of
the other
and pulled
the skin smooth
and
looked at me
and said:
i used to be young once…
i used to be
young.
Aging is hard, but it is a privilege in many ways to live to be old.
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Richard, if you like my work, please support the books these poems are in…not for me, but to support those publishers who keep guys like me in business. also, i’m on facebook, feel free to send me a friend request if you’re so inclined.
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