Sunday, March 3, 2013
Sometimes, when I wake up in the morning, my thoughts are clear and clearer,
The first recognizable thought is "I'm old now."
I find wisdom in age, I find less anxiety, more acceptance.
Crow's feet land on my eyes; light sketches line drawings.,
I recall seeing the newly discovered,on back pages.
More things mean less daily,
Still others mean more nightly,
Oldest In rooms I enter, I'm often the most experienced.
At what? I take the time to find out.
Yet my experience hardly encompasses anyone. Do I appear an other?
Is any deep-rooted truth with me?