Late Bloomer
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(“Tapestry”, 2025, original encaustic)
Late Bloomer
It wasn’t until I was half my age
That I came into my own
And finally felt whole.
Now at sixty six
I’m not sure what you’d call
The way I feel.
Over the hill
Ripe in a hard cider way
Nobody going nowhere.
But there is peace
In having been there, done that
And gotten over the need for more.
Knowing in my bones
What a long strange trip
It has always been.
(4/6/25)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2025
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