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About This Author
A changeling spirit,
constantly evolving,
revolving around an inner core,
spinning forth legend and lore,
stories and lives
as I come to grips
with who and what I am,
have been and may be.
I am a phoenix:
rising ever above and beyond!
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Not as Young...
Not as Young...
To steal a line from a favorite song--
that is absolute truth and just SO wrong ...
"I'm not as young as I once was,"*
hurts to realize - it really does.
Hubby can't sit in the woods as long,
gets cold easier, the feeling gets gone
and his bum falls asleep--
It's enough to make a grown man weep!
A wheel barrow full of wood weighs more
than it ever seemed to weigh before
and don't get me going about climbing stairs--
with old knees and hips: it isn't fair!
Bedtime comes earlier: sometimes before dark
and staying up late is an extremely rare lark.
The energy levels always seem half-full:
there's only so much no matter how hard you pull!
I remember dancing til the wee hours
back when we were young and at full power.
A night without sleep was nothing new
and we just kept going--it was what we'd do.
Inside my mind, I still feel young
with worlds to conquer and songs to be sung.
Yet the mirror insists I am getting old--
my mother looks back and says 'I told--
you so.' Why are the folks always right?
'Been there; done that' sounds awfully trite!
But point of fact the message sent
is my 'get up and go, got up and went!'
*From Toby Keith - As Good As I Once Was |
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