Becoming Older

Concentration would appear
to gain me nothing.
I read a paragraph,
close my eyes and open them,
then read one more,
yet nothing still is gained.
Do I hold no interest in what
each paragraph holds?
Each page? Each hour? Each day?
What is gained in age?
And does age hold me nought?

(January 2022)
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May 24, 2022 at 11:18 AM
Ahhhhhh. Age…. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, chapter by chapter….something I can relate to and your contemplation of such certainly hit home with me in your work. Nicely done ! Darrell
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