What does 60 years get you
but the thrumming tides of a heart
almost too full of thanks
to keep beating?
Sometimes these todays,
sometimes the click of years gone by
seem like a cryptic wound where
pain lives, hidden deep in your roots –
you feel at once the burdens,
the joys and levity of life like flowers before
the rational mind ever notices.
Looking back, I welcome them
equally.
Be careful where you walk –
Love has spilled over when and where-
ever our shadows met and touched,
even almost 60 years later.
J. Pratt-Walter, © 4/8/2019
NaPoWriMo day #8
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