Sixty Seven Poems - Poems about Sixty Seven

‘Help’ can be a hard word to say, be gentle if it’s said to you....

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A sunny day March sixty seven The day that you and I were wed Together we did pledge our troth A life together for us both Two years passed Then we were blessed With our precious son Our only one ~~~ We had our ups We had our downs But mostly smiles Not many frowns In latter years despite our fears Cancer took its toll We...

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Sixty-seven going on thirteen. My face fools people. My friends know this. Sixty-seven going on thirteen. I am invisible at work. The others are under forty. Sixty-seven going on thirteen. Reflecting my real age in my writing I make young friends. Sixty-seven going on thirteen. I am only unafraid to show myself in poetry and art. So hold on if you want the ride....

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“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” Rumi It was the summer of 1967 and the sun was almost bran new me and Tony L. skipped to the corner to raid the candy store sometimes we bought a paper bag full of small penny candies other times it was a fancy box,...

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Sixty seven minutes Help the poor every day is Mandela day...

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Sixty seven minutes Help the poor every day is Mandela day...

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