In the depths of age
I feel at a loss
A kind of bereavement
– that is never-ending
The tattered and torn years
have reached a non-purpose
where I sit in stillness
evident to others who watch
but yet
they do not conquer the doorway to my breakthrough
Love the ending line of this poem and how it provokes such thought on the wisdom gathered during living!
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Thank you Layla! 🌹
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