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Drained

I walked three miles this afternoon; My energy was sapped. As soon as I got home, I crashed And hit the bed and napped. Though not a napper normally (Its virtues leave me cold), Today I couldn’t help succumb, A sign of getting old. Where once I’d walk for endless blocks With energy to spare, I tap into that reservoir, But nothing’s waiting there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/21/2014 7:06:00 AM
I can certainly relate to this one, Ilene. My mother used to say that her "get up and go," just "got up and went." For so many of us, reading this is like reading about ourselves. Very well said.
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Date: 9/30/2014 7:29:00 PM
I'm moving like the tin man nowdays. Old is here to stay. LOL
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Date: 9/18/2014 10:32:00 PM
ahhh, DANG I hate to hear this is getting difficult for you. I hope never to reach this stage but I suppose it will come to me sooner or later. Very recently, I've been getting pains down my right leg when I walk. I think it is related to my degenerative disc and it's so scary!!
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Date: 9/17/2014 7:15:00 AM
It seems in time we all slow down. The mirror tells the tale. We'd spend the last dime that we have. But it don't seem it's for sale. Peace. :)
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Date: 9/16/2014 11:18:00 PM
Time marches on. But poetry helps us feel what others are feeling. Keep 'em coming! Peace & Love Matthew Anish
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Date: 9/16/2014 8:33:00 PM
I'm looking deeply into mine too.......the "pond" is in a drought ...either that or I'm getting down and out ! lol ! Cute poem, Ilene !!!
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