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Secrets of Aging

Secrets of Aging When we age, no one tells us how our bodies will change. No one tells us how our minds will be full of fog and useless content. When we age, no one tells us How to deal with the death of loved ones. No one tells us how to cope with moving Out of a home we had expected to die in. When we age, no one tells us How emotional we will become Just looking at a pair of old boots Or a child’s tiny baby shoes. When we age, no one tells us How much we will miss the feeling Of being young and invincible And in love with the manner of living…

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Date: 6/8/2020 7:52:00 PM
I read your comments below Susan life is full of ups and downs. Im sorry for your loss of husband and son. Our Lord is there though to the end. When we find ourselves alone no matter where we are in life he is there for us. God bless you..
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 6/8/2020 9:35:00 PM
You're right Michael. Without God, I would not be here. He has carried me through many tough times. He has also given me many more blessings! Hugs, Susan Maree
Date: 11/21/2019 8:13:00 PM
I truly enjoyed this piece ! It brought such a picture of parallel recognition of issues we each face. Yes,,,, I have cried at the scratches on the wallpaper and the circumstances which put them there. You have a nice flow in this work. It does not strain for rhyme or overbearing misplaced words. Smooth and direct. Nice !
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 6/8/2020 9:34:00 PM
Thank you so much Darrell. I am glad you liked it. I would never want my work to sound strained. Blessings to you, Susan Maree
Date: 11/16/2019 5:28:00 AM
Hi Susan, moving is an emotional trauma - went through this the last 7 to 8 weeks but starting to slowly come right - we moved from a home that my parents lived in, then my husband and I, and our sons grew up there also. Decided to downsize which we did -moved to a so cute cottage, beginning to settle down. Something else caught my attention in your poem, the tiny shoes of our son - the years slip by so quickly, where do they go? A thoughtful poem with heaps of imagination. Hugs, Jenn.
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 11/16/2019 10:00:00 AM
Yes it is Jennifer, but it's the reasons for change that hurts. I first lost my husband of 25 years to agent orange related lung cancer. Had to sell our home. Then 2 years ago, lost my son who would have been 50. He was my oldest. Those were his tiny shoes. Finally had to move in with my youngest daughter to a house in the city. I am a country girl, but I am slowly adjusting. Thank you for reading my poem Jennifer. Blessings, Susan
Date: 9/26/2019 3:59:00 PM
Susan, it's so sad but so heartfelt. I am older for sure and no more jumping on trampolines! Too bad. Even with limitations..I promise you, I love my old years far more than my younger ones.By miles!,,,,all my limitations included. I think I look at the glass as half full not half empty. My Dad warned me about being old. Would I listen? No
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 10/22/2019 10:07:00 AM
Thank you Panagiota. Hugs and Blessings, Susan
Date: 9/26/2019 3:25:00 PM
I have a huge lump in my throat reading your poem can relate to every single word - adding this to my faves:-) hugs Jan x
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Susan Jeavons
Date: 9/26/2019 3:37:00 PM
Sorry. Healing Hugs, Susan