The Edge of Aging by
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I keep stumbling over

The edge of aging

This wrinkled hand

This creaking hinge

This blank spot

In the file cabinet

That held the treasures

And torments of a life

A story

That is still unfolding

With a few missing

Pieces

 

But relentless ticking

And the sounding chimes

Of a heedless clock

A blur of seasons

A tremble in the muscles

A veil between causes

 

My vision softening

As experience sharpens

My silent wonder

My grief in growing

Toward less in body

And ever more in

Changeless                    soul

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Characterizations: been there, moving, well written

Comments

  1. Suzy says:

    Another beautiful poem, January. Thank you so much for this!

  2. John Zussman says:

    Your ticking, chiming clock sent chills up my spine.

  3. rosie says:

    January,

    You have said something strong with such softness and gentleness. Thank you so much.

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