Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
Are gone from the house.
My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite
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I am cold in this cold house this house Whose washed echoes are tremulous down lost halls. I am a woman, and dusty, standing among new affairs. I am a woman who hurries through her prayers. a very good poem. tony
Aging is not for the weak- -but then again it is not for the strong. Daily it strips and saps and loosens- it is the greatest thief that ever walked the earth. Eternity is the only cure
It is fascinating to note how a mere sunset arouses feelings and provokes insight of a human constructively. Congrats for being the modern poem of the day. Thanks for sharing.
Love the dilemma in the last two lines. a good poem. Tom Billsborough
Poor Gwen. She thought she was left behind by the times, but she''s timless and she's lovely.
I did not read it but by the title it looks good. Good job. Lol