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January Twenty-Fifth

January twenty-fifth silver locks idle talk with age comes wisdom an old myth a dance holding firmly fixed walker 1/18/2020

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Sandra L. Weiss

Date: 2/18/2020 8:41:00 PM

A belated Happy Birthday Eve. While reading this poem I realized that I could sadly relate to the "age comes wisdom an old myth"...sadly. I think it is written so well. Very clever.

Charlie Knowlton

Date: 2/15/2020 10:13:00 AM

I certainly feel the creek and the cold Eve. Love these short poems. Good one.

Sam Kauffman

Date: 1/19/2020 5:13:00 PM

Happy Birthday Eve. Adding candles to our cake does not render us sidewal superindendants in builiding the kingdom or poetry! Birthday blessings.

Running Wolves

Date: 1/19/2020 4:45:00 PM

very nice poem. when I'm 90 Ill be rolling in a wheelchair powered by speakers blasting AC/DC.... bwahahahaha

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/19/2020 4:37:00 PM

Ah, I am sending you warm thoughts as I think of you while I read this one, Eve.

Jenish Somadas

Date: 1/19/2020 6:28:00 AM

Advance Happy Birthday dear Eve.. Age is just a number.. Your poems are eternal..

Jan Allison

Date: 1/19/2020 5:48:00 AM

We share the same special day Eve, I am faving this with its wise words especially about the silver hair - lets keep on dancing with our words leaping off the page:-)Wishing you an early Happy Birthday - I celebrated mine with friends yesterday as we are busy on the actual day:-) hugs Jan xx

Silent One

Date: 1/19/2020 5:46:00 AM

yes with age comes wisdom.. but there are sill a few who never learn... nice one Eve.