Fifty
Evening light fading
Puddles evaporating
Sorrow eases now.
My cousin tells me life begins at 50. She seems to be right.
Puddles evaporating
Sorrow eases now.
My cousin tells me life begins at 50. She seems to be right.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
Posted by Zhoen on Tuesday, May 18, 2010
5 comments:
Sixty and seventy are all right, too.
Hope the sorrow passes and not just eases.
poignant not pathetic
looking forward to 50
RR,
It's getting the boot.
FB,
Gods keep me from being poignant.
(o)
I would agree.
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