Beauty of being Seventy Two
I do not embellish the truth.
I cough it out
Letting it land on the table
Ooze along on the floor
Touching people’s shoes
Slithering along the sidewalk in front and in back of me
My truth as I see it,
Part of the beauty of being seventy-two.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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