Submitted by: rxmd44 | View Member Profile | View Other Posts
Created: 12/31/2004
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In repose, I pondered.
Praise for an aged life seems reserved
For Art, antiques and cheese,
Proverbs, wine and trees.
Immersed, I thought this undeserved.
White hair, revered in the East.
Elsewhere it is seen as least.
A slower response not always treasured
Or seen as wisdom measured.
Then rising from my considered pool
With
Stiffening hips
Thinning lips
Flourishing pips
Baptized,
I turn to see
With your will completely free
You still believe in me.
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