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My Poetry and Commentary on Life

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acceptance, aging, despair, meditation, metaphor, poetry, process, process, not a journey, tired, work, work in progress, worry

my myopic eyes fix

toward a horizon

I cannot see


as I plod through 

this viscous mud

which will be my grave

(February 26, 2021)

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