Through the quick sand of this life
Aching thighs, broken smiles
Hands trembling, legs mourning
Sloes sore from stubs and thorns-
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Because we are slow learners UN! There are a few lines that jar and need a little tidying, but the message is clear. Vanity is the eye of the 'will be older' but the older see clearly! Smiling at you Tai
Love your poem. We come full circle when we age and life becomes a breeding ground for thoughts we had no time for when younger and living it. Now relaxing in a future sunset we have time to truly contemplate what life has been about. You described aging very adamantly and well. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn