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Why, does existing have to be a visit of time then leaves me. Threads of my life are still unsaid. Silently I wipe away tears of lapsing thoughts, sorrow and fears; throwing off spider webs of thread. I stand by the window and gaze at white ships depart a blue maze they have sought to borrow ahead. Everyday another Sunday. Every day is silent and grey; prison of aches and pain I dread. Why, does existing have to be burdensome. My mortal thoughts flee like rain drumming at my window, then trickles releasing a dam leaving me brittle to exam my own conscious; what do I know. Surpassing life hopes as I winch loneliness devours inch by inch. My lips quake and swell at my low detaching my dying cinder. I can't take another winter confronted with the ebb and flow, not being able to foresee mental skills decline as I grow old and suppose to comfort me. 6/13/2018

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Date: 6/14/2018 11:40:00 AM
Another deep emotive poem Eve... You pen is really flowing at the moment..
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Date: 6/14/2018 8:25:00 AM
Another beautiful poem on the same topic, age, this is reality, something which is inevitable, no matter how much fear we fell, it will come, so the best thing is to enjoy life to it s fullest, every single moment of life can be turned into happiness and happiness don t require money, it only requires good will, don t worry, God has better plans for you, good luck
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Date: 6/14/2018 7:15:00 AM
ohh, what a ' feeling'. intimate work allowing me to look into my own experiences with older loved ones... very fine, eve...huggs
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Date: 6/14/2018 6:48:00 AM
WOW! You have written this transcending poem applicable to so many in this period of aging baby boomers..melancholy, but true to life. Great work, Eve.
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Date: 6/14/2018 1:25:00 AM
such a moving piece Eve, I see my mum deteriorate with the ravages of old age and it is so difficult to see and also know I am probably going to suffer in the same ways she does - prison of aches and pains is so so true:-( hugs Jan xx
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