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Lines, once hidden,
Have grown bolder now;
No way to hide them,
Can’t disavow.
Months of worry,
This illness claimed;
To live with this,
A horrid change.
Takes courage to fight,
The strange, unknown;
A weakness,
I must not condone.
Make time to rebuild,
No reason to preclude;
Dreams, tucked away,
Need be, pursued.
Not sure where I’ll land,
Nor at what stage;
But this much I know,
I have surely aged.
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Oh dear friend, this is so moving. Take care.
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Thank you very much, V.J. I am. Hope you are, too. ❤️
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I am. Life forces it upon us. Welcome.
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Well explained, very meaningful
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Thank you very much 🙂
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You are welcome 😊
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A melancholy poem, Dorinda, but with hope for healing. Unfortunately, for all of us, there’s no turning back the clock. Beautifully penned.
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Thank you so much, Diana. ❤
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God’s grace covers you completely, dear friend 😊
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Indeed it does, my brother. Thank you! ❤
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You’re very welcome, my sister. ❤
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Wow!….. After reciting I fell like I’ve truly aged. Wonderful.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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This is excellent 👏👏👏👏👏
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Thank you very much! 😊
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A timeless lament to the loss of youth…brilliant, yet somber…
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Thank you very much, Ethan. 😊
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You are very welcome!
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Did you write this about me? ;-)))
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Dear Lord, I hope not! 😳
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A trite saying but true “The only thing that stops aging is death.” I still choose aging.
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Right there with you!
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