Now Grown
Now grown; from birth I never knew
what to expect, what would ensue
as each year passed. There was no guide
on steps to take until one died.
Yet, somehow, I have made it through
my life of seventy plus two
but still, unsure. What must I do
to know my best has been applied
now grown?
Shall I, with words and deeds, imbue
a testament of what is true
or actions which must be applied
each day? I’ll just let you decide
if I have touched hearts of a few,
now grown.
Awesome poem very good description of the ageing process
Ah, Larry, there is so much correspondence between your sentiment and mine...
but alas, words about what I might have left for the word to reflect on similarly sound but so differently be:
Now groan...
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now groan.
Lightly, Daniel
Hi Daniel,
Hope things are going well with your bum knee. Just wanted to make sure that your post was a self-recrimination "groan" and has nothing to do with the subject of the poem.
Have a wonderful "day" at home with your family for Christmas. Candles still burning!
Larry
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