Crows feet stretching
At the corners showing
Only time, not sadness.
Her lips parted, ready
To reveal all those years
Wrought with pain, joy,
And the wisdom of a life
Close to the earth, her reality.
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I am a "sixty something" retiree who is risking the perils of seeking to peer beyond the present by playing in the fertile playground of my mind.
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