I like to think

I like to think I am in the autumn of my life,
but really it is winter and dying time in nigh. 

Just eight more years to reach the goal of an average lifespan…

nothing left to do but wait.

agedeathlifeseasonsfree verse

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sara Etgen-Baker

April 23, 2026 at 4:21 PM

sigh.....

James Peranteau

April 20, 2026 at 9:09 AM

my precious poet; hm...stop counting thuh dayz, werk on another project...uh serious one hon...me; i write, uh'lot, mucho4$'z.."addz"...i photograph modelz; females only 4$'z... poetrysoup merely fillz in thuh vacant uv mine thinx...yourz iz thuh first tuh make me pauze in thought 'bout that subject....i live&garden in nature...my worst thinx uv any day iz; whut time iz beddy byes...lol...poignant write indeed though...woe...let me think uv sum addz ') much love

James Peranteau

April 20, 2026 at 7:20 PM

well, there'z uh serious project...my sister carez for mother and father, she put an addition on her house; an apartment for them to be comfortable in theze yearz regarded, geriatric..accoladez to you dear poet ((((claps)))) much love

Chetta Achara

April 20, 2026 at 9:40 AM

Life is getting shorter. I do think about it more these days because I care for my 91 year old mother, and she is getting more frail everyday.