Aging

Wandering into
Mist-shrouded, cavernous rooms.
Gliding past ghostly
  Mirrors. Choking on Pages
  Of a Faded Existence.

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Susan Ashley

March 26, 2018 at 10:16 PM

Wow! Gershon, absolutely stunning.. the imagery, the intent.. an evocative and emotive poetic portrayal of the cold hard facts of losing your sense of relevance associated with aging. Beautifully expressed, my friend. Warmest wishes. ~Susan

Susan Ashley

March 27, 2018 at 8:57 PM

Oh you're so sweet Gershon..! My heightened sense of empathy grows with every birthday, my friend! :))

Gershon Wolf

March 27, 2018 at 12:27 AM

Thank you for this impressive, inspiring comment!--But how would someone as young as you relate so well to such a topic? --Perhaps it's your heightened sense of empathy? At any rate, I'm still scratching my head here...Warm, warm warmest wishes, Susan. You continually make my day! :) Gershon