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(more) thoughts on aging

As time begins to fade my beauty,
as age begins to take its toll,
the precious hours that I have left
become yours -
more and more.
My heart is full and now it knows
The lesson that you bore -
that life is Love
and I'm complete
because I chose your door.

Last few words: 
unrequited love- of course. Sigh... It is when I am in pain that my heart cries out in creative and expressive ways.
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lewis carol wrote and took similar notes
of life like this...a brilliant mathmatician
and artist...I peronally think the mad
hatter was his own idiocyncratic
freedom because of the per cent
sign on the hatters head..
a clue with carols love of numbers
etc...

because we dont think of Alice
as aged
like Greta Garbo in New York

beauty opens doors of splendor
in the land of plenty the wealthy
encampments...
power..gifting...candy
travel..
and when as the beauty of
the fresh owned exotic
flowers wilt
are they still loved...treasured
held with the same esteem
...some do
true love
the rest power hungry alphas
devour the gardens
...
and yet
the flowers
are dangerous
exotic
like Lilies
jimson weed
dark roses
with potent
thorns
they move
chosing their
gardens
placement
a craft
to match the
blessing of the
beauty

I have walked
the miles
to serve
the queens
of power
and princesses
I am no fool
just old
maybe makes
me an old
fool then..

enjoyed this
gem of a poem
refreshing

thank U!

Thank you for following my work. Im glad to get your feedback...
Sarah

sarah webster

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