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Get a Grip

is that a tremor calm down, take it easy sure it is, distinct this time fingers trembling slightly get a grip now no, I can't I can't grip my pen my fingers are shaking now O, the vagaries of age one goes from light to dark in the tensing of the neck and the knot of the stomach

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 5/13/2021 2:15:00 PM

This is so reflective of how I feel sometimes, Gershon. I write things and then say to myself, "Get a Grip!" Life these days is so confusing to this ol' dude.

Daniel Turner

Date: 5/13/2021 7:24:00 AM

Getting old is an adventure into the realm of cracking bones and forgetfulness. Not to mention incontinence:) Good morning Gershon.

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 5/12/2021 8:35:00 PM

Old age creeps up upon one with stealth and determination. Your fine poem says it so well, Gershon. Blessings, Evelyn

Gershon Wolf
Date: 5/12/2021 8:43:00 PM

Old age is certainly a persistent bugaboo, isn't it? Thanks for your kind words, Evelyn. Light and Hope, Gershon