My Life, My Poems
27 March 2011
Sixty Four Today
He wonders aloud
where the years
have gone
we all do
but years
are no measure
of a life, rather
it’s the moments lived
each one precious
each one a lifetime
each one played out
in the now
unshackled
by the doctrines
of time.
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